His lips curve into a pleased smile around Joel's cock as he bobs his head, reveling in the weight of his husband on his tongue and the taste of him that he'd be happy to swallow down if he wasn't already so eager to have Joel moving inside him tonight. Spencer had been entirely sincere earlier when he'd said he likes nights like these, nights when they can be completely alone, because it's rarer than he would have imagined. They're not especially social people and it isn't as if Raleigh's much of a party girl herself so more often than not, their intimacy has to be shared as silently as they can manage. The wall that separates their room from Raleigh's isn't exactly soundproof, they're all very well aware of this, and on the occasions that Spencer and Joel are a bit more reckless with their moans than usual, Spencer has always noticed that Raleigh doesn't quite look either of them in the eyes the next morning.
They aren't particularly self-conscious about showing each other affection in public--which had come as a surprise as first, if he's honest--but at the same time, they're still both very private men. Spencer has never told anyone the details of his and Joel's sex life, can't imagine that he ever will, and he's certain the same is true of his husband. These moments of intimacy are for them, only for them, and it's when they're alone that they can take full advantage of that. The night of their wedding had been incredible partly for that reason, there hadn't been any need to tiptoe or be cautious or even remotely think of anybody else. Their thoughts, their touches, their words had only been for each other.
When he has to bury his face in the crook of Joel's shoulder when he comes, when he has to press a hand against his mouth to keep from gasping too loudly at how amazing it feels to have Joel fill him so thoroughly, it doesn't take away from the perfection of the moment; but when they can be freer, when they can spend every ounce of energy on each other, it always just feels better. It's like that tonight, he thinks, because he can't even find it in himself to worry about might happen if he suddenly panics, if he makes one wrong move or looks at just the wrong part of the floor or even breathes the wrong way. Tonight is about his marriage, about the love he shares with his husband and just how strong their connection is, so strong that it's enough to chase away the fear of everything in this moment. Joel has always made him stronger and as he licks along the underside of his husband's shaft and laps at the head of his cock, Spencer lets out a ragged, desperate moan that resonates through the room.
"You taste so good," he murmurs, taking Joel's length in his hand and stroking as he reaches between his legs with his other hand to do the same to his own cock. He gently twists his hand, breath hitching as he watches the way Joel's erection pushes through his fist, wanting so badly to see it disappear into his ass instead. Nobody else will ever see this side of Spencer, the side of him that becomes so wanton and needy and wicked, it's reserved only for Joel. Darcy had only seen him nervous, unsure of himself and what he'd been doing, but Joel... From the very beginning, Joel has put him at ease, made it easier for Spencer to accept that being himself is more than enough.
"Joel." It comes out as more of a whimper, the name of the one man, the only person who means more to him than anything else in this world. He swallows hard before licking his lips, the taste of Joel's cock still fresh on his tongue, and he presses a kiss to Joel's hip before looking up at him with urgency in his eyes. "Joel, I need you. I need you."
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They aren't particularly self-conscious about showing each other affection in public--which had come as a surprise as first, if he's honest--but at the same time, they're still both very private men. Spencer has never told anyone the details of his and Joel's sex life, can't imagine that he ever will, and he's certain the same is true of his husband. These moments of intimacy are for them, only for them, and it's when they're alone that they can take full advantage of that. The night of their wedding had been incredible partly for that reason, there hadn't been any need to tiptoe or be cautious or even remotely think of anybody else. Their thoughts, their touches, their words had only been for each other.
When he has to bury his face in the crook of Joel's shoulder when he comes, when he has to press a hand against his mouth to keep from gasping too loudly at how amazing it feels to have Joel fill him so thoroughly, it doesn't take away from the perfection of the moment; but when they can be freer, when they can spend every ounce of energy on each other, it always just feels better. It's like that tonight, he thinks, because he can't even find it in himself to worry about might happen if he suddenly panics, if he makes one wrong move or looks at just the wrong part of the floor or even breathes the wrong way. Tonight is about his marriage, about the love he shares with his husband and just how strong their connection is, so strong that it's enough to chase away the fear of everything in this moment. Joel has always made him stronger and as he licks along the underside of his husband's shaft and laps at the head of his cock, Spencer lets out a ragged, desperate moan that resonates through the room.
"You taste so good," he murmurs, taking Joel's length in his hand and stroking as he reaches between his legs with his other hand to do the same to his own cock. He gently twists his hand, breath hitching as he watches the way Joel's erection pushes through his fist, wanting so badly to see it disappear into his ass instead. Nobody else will ever see this side of Spencer, the side of him that becomes so wanton and needy and wicked, it's reserved only for Joel. Darcy had only seen him nervous, unsure of himself and what he'd been doing, but Joel... From the very beginning, Joel has put him at ease, made it easier for Spencer to accept that being himself is more than enough.
"Joel." It comes out as more of a whimper, the name of the one man, the only person who means more to him than anything else in this world. He swallows hard before licking his lips, the taste of Joel's cock still fresh on his tongue, and he presses a kiss to Joel's hip before looking up at him with urgency in his eyes. "Joel, I need you. I need you."