He's already dizzy with arousal by the time Joel wraps a hand his cock and it isn't long before the grip is followed by the sensation of his husband dragging his tongue over Spencer's length. Spencer isn't sure whether Joel actually expects him to respond but he opens his mouth all the same, though the only thing that manages to come out is a low, growling moan. There are some things in this world that are incontestably the very best Spencer can think of doing: sitting down by the fireplace with a good book, legs curled under him as he nurses a glass of whiskey or a mug of cocoa; draping an arm over Joel's stomach and resting his head on Joel's chest as he settles into their bed for sleep; wandering through the stacks at the library, taking in the smells of the books, old and new, surrounding him and reveling in the silence; and this, what Joel is doing for him right now, is certainly very close to the top of the list because his husband is the only one who knows how to make him feel this good with just one lick.
"You're lucky?" he manages to huff between pants, laughing because it's ridiculous that his husband would say such a thing when Spencer's the one getting the royal treatment here, Spencer's the one who's being made to feel so incredibly fortunate for having a husband who loves him so much and treats him so well. Spencer wouldn't have fallen so madly in love with Joel otherwise, not because the sex is always so amazing but for the fact that the sex is amazing because they're so in love. There's a level of trust here that Spencer has never allowed room for before, not even with his brother, and Dane had always been the closest thing to a best friend Spencer had ever found. It's different now, Joel has taken on the role of best friend and husband, and Spencer knows he'd not only never be able to hide anything from Joel, he wouldn't want to hide anything.
It's why he's suggested the library, and he doesn't think he'd be ready to go in there with anybody else. In his bravest of moments, he's been able to go in on his own but Joel's father had asked if Spencer wanted to take him on a short tour of the library yesterday, and Spencer had made a pathetic excuse about needing to get to the store for work with a promise of "maybe later" and an invitation for Brian to take a look at the library himself. Spencer doesn't want to have to make excuses anymore, he doesn't want to have to hold back a flinch every time he walks past that room; he wants to remember it as Joel does, as the place they'd gotten drunk together and where Spencer, too, had wanted so badly to close the gap between them for a kiss.
He could do that now, if Joel's tongue was playing at the tip of his cock. He could reach for Joel and pull him in for a kiss, this is something he can do anytime he'd like because they're married and they're in love and there's never going to come a moment that Spencer won't want his husband. "I'm the lucky one," he murmurs, and the fair thing to say would simply be that they're both lucky but the position Joel has him in right now hardly seems fair. He spreads his legs as much as he can without letting his foot fall from the couch, reaching down to slide his hand from below his navel up to his chest and letting out a deep, satisfied sigh.
"The first time we made such good use of a couch was when you put your tongue inside me," he says, lifting his neck to grin wickedly down at his husband. He can feel Joel's erection through the layers still on his husband, and he's desperate to get Joel's pants off, desperate to his husband's cock, but he brushes his fingertips over Joel's lips and arches an eyebrow. "I shudder to think what you might do to me against a bookshelf. With anticipation, mind you." He lets himself fall back against the couch, arching his back. Spencer can think of no better way to spend the evening than being pressed up against those books, making better memories in that room than what he has now, of Joel moving inside of him and making him feel as safe and as cherished as he always does; but right now, he's at his husband's mercy, and Spencer's sure it would come as a surprise to nobody to know that there's nowhere else he'd rather be.
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"You're lucky?" he manages to huff between pants, laughing because it's ridiculous that his husband would say such a thing when Spencer's the one getting the royal treatment here, Spencer's the one who's being made to feel so incredibly fortunate for having a husband who loves him so much and treats him so well. Spencer wouldn't have fallen so madly in love with Joel otherwise, not because the sex is always so amazing but for the fact that the sex is amazing because they're so in love. There's a level of trust here that Spencer has never allowed room for before, not even with his brother, and Dane had always been the closest thing to a best friend Spencer had ever found. It's different now, Joel has taken on the role of best friend and husband, and Spencer knows he'd not only never be able to hide anything from Joel, he wouldn't want to hide anything.
It's why he's suggested the library, and he doesn't think he'd be ready to go in there with anybody else. In his bravest of moments, he's been able to go in on his own but Joel's father had asked if Spencer wanted to take him on a short tour of the library yesterday, and Spencer had made a pathetic excuse about needing to get to the store for work with a promise of "maybe later" and an invitation for Brian to take a look at the library himself. Spencer doesn't want to have to make excuses anymore, he doesn't want to have to hold back a flinch every time he walks past that room; he wants to remember it as Joel does, as the place they'd gotten drunk together and where Spencer, too, had wanted so badly to close the gap between them for a kiss.
He could do that now, if Joel's tongue was playing at the tip of his cock. He could reach for Joel and pull him in for a kiss, this is something he can do anytime he'd like because they're married and they're in love and there's never going to come a moment that Spencer won't want his husband. "I'm the lucky one," he murmurs, and the fair thing to say would simply be that they're both lucky but the position Joel has him in right now hardly seems fair. He spreads his legs as much as he can without letting his foot fall from the couch, reaching down to slide his hand from below his navel up to his chest and letting out a deep, satisfied sigh.
"The first time we made such good use of a couch was when you put your tongue inside me," he says, lifting his neck to grin wickedly down at his husband. He can feel Joel's erection through the layers still on his husband, and he's desperate to get Joel's pants off, desperate to his husband's cock, but he brushes his fingertips over Joel's lips and arches an eyebrow. "I shudder to think what you might do to me against a bookshelf. With anticipation, mind you." He lets himself fall back against the couch, arching his back. Spencer can think of no better way to spend the evening than being pressed up against those books, making better memories in that room than what he has now, of Joel moving inside of him and making him feel as safe and as cherished as he always does; but right now, he's at his husband's mercy, and Spencer's sure it would come as a surprise to nobody to know that there's nowhere else he'd rather be.