"Saves time." That wasn't the only reason, of course, but he didn't know this Lawyer boy well enough to go into the intricacies of why he strolled around with denim rubbing up against his junk.

Matt stepped in and crossed that first line, a warm, calloused hand wrapping around Spike's erection, making the vampire lift up and rock into that grip a little. Spike was cool all over, but once things got going, he'd retain a little of that body heat of Matt's in addition to exertion. Hopefully. "Didn't expect a lawyer to have rough hands. That anything to do with your blind but able to be grabby act?" Spike's hands were sliding up over Matt's chest, nails digging in when he reached his shoulders, letting them make light marks down along his back.