Reluctantly, Spike eventually drew back enough to reach for the lube he'd left on the bed earlier. He drizzled some over his fingers and pressed them against Lane's opening, smoothing over and around it and then dipping inwards to prise him gently open. The muscles quivered against his fingers and gradually slackened, and he drove his tongue in between them, working fingers and tongue together to loosen Lane up, lost in the sensations of what he was doing and the dark warm musky smell of Lane.