"Oh, God, don't call me 'sir'," Spike mumbled, glancing up at him, and drinking in the sight of what he was doing to Lane. "'Spike' will do."
He finally moved his hands, to press Lane's legs up and back, and then used his fingers to part Lane's cheeks, exposing him completely. He dived in again with his tongue, swirling around Lane's hole and then finally dipping in.