A carpeted stair was digging into Spike's back painfully, forming a nasty bruise. He pressed his mouth to Angel's and arched his back, squeezing his eyes shut. Angel's hands were under his shirt, sliding all over his chest in frantic circles. His hips bucked down hard against Spike's, pressing him down and the other vampire whimpered into his mouth. Angel pulled back and rested his arms on either side of Spike's head, gazing down at him.

"Are you okay? I'm not hurting you, am I?" Angel asked.

Spike groaned and grabbed two fistfuls of Angel's shirt, yanking him closer, "No. Good. Keep going."