Lonely Bird's reactions were absolutely priceless. It was kind of cute, because he didn't know when to shut up and just enjoy it. Spike supposed he'd have to teach him.
He wouldn't mind that if it felt as good as he was anticipating.
He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the other man's confused lips, breaking it to speak but only leaving a mere centimeter of distance between them as his blue eyes stared into Lonely Bird's own, a smirk on his face.
"Sometimes," He said in response to the question about his scars, but he wasn't about to let himself get derailed off-topic here, he was determined, dammit. "I'm doing this because it's gonna have a good payoff, and because I'm selfish." He sat back up, hand going down to the other man's dick as he guided the tip to his entrance, not letting him in just yet, but taunting him as he looked at the pale unicorn beneath him with eyes almost aglow with devious intentions.
"I want to feel good, and I want to make you feel good too. So you can see what you're missing." The look in his eyes and the way his lips curved in that evil little grin of his implied that he wasn't going to be taking no for an answer, and that it was too late now for Lonely Bird to back out--this was a challenge, and he was going to accept it and he was going to win dammit.
"So stop talking and enjoy it.~" He growled, and before the other man could protest, he let his hips sink down onto Lonely Bird's length.
If there was one thing Spike was experienced in, it was taking men dry and loving every moment of it. What he wasn't experienced in, however, was fucking another unicorn. That almost undid him; he'd felt it, the sensitive tingling, the warmth just from having the tip of Lonely Bird's aching dick pressed to his entrance, but having his length inside of him, filling him up, inch by inch, with nothing but warm, tingling energy that made his whole body shiver and ache? There was no way he could've been prepared for that.
He gasped, breath catching in his throat as he already found himself choking back a moan as he took him all the way in, down to the last centimeter until he was in Spike up to his hilt.
"F-Fuck--" He choked, before he let himself lean back down, placing his hands on either side of Lonely Bird on the bed to hold himself up--his arms were trembling. His whole body was trembling. It felt so good, so amazing just from taking him in, and they hadn't even started moving yet.
Yeah no he was going to get addicted to this he could tell already. And just to think--the alcohol was dulling some of what he was feeling right now.
Of course, it wasn't enough for Spike to just sit there and enjoy it, so he started to roll his hips, letting Lonely Bird slowly slide back out before he took him in again, his breath catching as a visible shudder ran down his spine.
"H-How is this... A-Already... Feeling so good?" He panted out, continuously rocking his hips.
The movement felt even better, the friction and the feeling of Lonely Bird so deep inside of him was already almost too much to handle. And to think, he was practiced in this, his endurance was usually so much longer lasting but with how this was already feeling he wasn't sure how long either of them were going to last.