"Pipe down, up there. Never said I wasn't trying to hurt you," Lane bitched, withdrawing his finger and draping himself over Spike once more. He grabbed his jaw with the other hand and pulled his head to the side. "Impatient, are we?"
Lane fit himself to Spike hole and pushed, ignoring all the niceities that told him to slow down. Past the tight ring of muscle, and further, Lane pulled back on Spike's shoulder and thrust.