Spike cursed as he felt the first tight spasms around his cock, and the first hot splashes of come hit his chest. The next splattered his shoulder, then the sheet beside him, Lane was thrashing about so wildly.
After that, he stopped noticing, because the incredible grip of Lane's arse around his cock was squeezing his own orgasm out of him, pulling and dragging it out of him till all he could do was hold on and wait it out, body trembling, not breathing, eyes still fixed on Lane's, wide and unseeing.