Despite Lonely Bird's protests, he made no attempts to throw Spike off either. So Spike stayed put, right where he was.
He just laughed again at the man's comments, sitting up to unclasp the jewel embedded in the collar around his throat, shrugging it off and tossing it to the floor somewhere after he slipped out of the arm braces that were attached to the cloak that was a part of it. With deft fingers he undid the lacing of his tunic on his sides, sliding it off, tossing it, and revealing that the leather armor laced up his legs were separate from the shorts he wore underneath his top--shorts that were rather form-fitting and did a good job accentuating his hips and ass. It seemed he was very obviously used to stripping in a quick moment, because the whole process took him less than a minute.
He just grinned down at Lonely Bird, those icy eyes of his glittering still with lust and.. Strangely enough, pure, honest to goodness joy. He was having so much fun with this, and he really did love doing this with men. Particularly the one beneath him right now, it seemed.
"You aren't sick." He said as he yanked the other unicorn's pants down far enough to free his needy member, humming when he saw it--seemingly quite pleased with himself. "No, you are perfectly healthy." He said, his voice a low growl as he grasped the man's length and gave it a few testing strokes; it felt even better than holding Lonely Bird's hand, he realized.
The buzzing energy that made him tingle, made him shiver down his spine as his own need throbbed even harder. Fuck. Fuck this was going to feel so good he could hardly wait.
Again, with nimbleness and flexibility he finally couldn't take it any more, shimmying out of his shorts, the way his hips swayed and shifted with the movement nothing short of mesmerizing, it was second nature to him now. For Lonely Bird's sake, for now he covered himself with one hand, deciding a little bit of modesty might just save his companion from a heart attack as he readjusted himself, on his knees over the man's hips.
He licked his lips, heart hammering with excitement and anticipation. The alcohol just made everything feel that much warmer, that much more intimate, even if it was arguably a little hard to keep his balance with the swaying movements of the ship.
"Out of the kindness of my heart I'm about to do all of your work for you so just relax and enjoy, alright?~" He purred, and there was something about the confidence in his voice and the smirk on his face that said that he'd done this thousands of times that might be just what Lonely Bird needed to finally convince him to give in, if he could do such a thing. Or it might've been the way Spike's scarred chest visibly rose and fell with his heated breaths, barely able to contain his excitement, the moonlight spilling over his tanned chest and illuminating some of the bright scars adorning his body. It made the white in his salt-and-pepper hair almost glow, and with the confidence that made it so clear he was comfortable and in his own element right now, he probably looked particularly magical. For reasons other than him being a unicorn.