The second the door clicks shut, something takes him over. It's like what he'd felt the day Joel had told him about his awful nightmares, about the terrible thing growing inside him that he couldn't deny anymore, and what Spencer had felt had been an overwhelming need to protect his husband. To show what he knows now had been a demon that Joel is his, that they belong to each other and only to each other, and now that they're done with it, now that they've washed their hands of it, Spencer knows he doesn't have to prove it to anyone else--but that doesn't stop him from wanting to do it now. He has to be gentle, that much he's still aware of, but Joel's lips brush against his own, Spencer is certain that he won't be using much else of his mind tonight.
Everything is simply instinctual, not exactly auto-pilot because that's fair too mechanic a term to apply to what Spencer wants to do for his husband--to his husband--but it's like his entire body simply knows what he needs to be doing without giving it much thought at all. "It's about as fair as the fact that one look from you can drive me crazy," he murmurs, voice already husky with want, and he so very much wants to please Joel tonight. "Or that hearing you say my name in the store can make me want to drag you to the other room. Or that you're so unbelievably sexy that you could be doing anything, you could be washing dishes, and I'd still want you."
He nudges Joel toward the direction of the bed, already tugging his husband's shirt off--slowly, so as not to hurt him--and tossing it to the ground as he lowers his head to tease a nipple with his tongue. He lets his hands roam up Joel's sides, his fingertips just teasing Joel's skin on the way back down, and Spencer lets out a moan just as their legs hit the bedside. "I'm going to take care of you," he says, glancing up at Joel as he shifts their bodies before lowering his husband onto the mattress. "I'll always take care of you." Spencer knows Joel knows that, it doesn't necessarily need to be said, but he thinks that once in awhile, it's a nice reminder for them both.
He kisses his way down Joel's chest, pausing to slowly lick a ring around his navel and chuckling softly when he hears his husband let out a gasp when Spencer palms his cock through his jeans. He loves this, making Joel makes these sounds and knowing that he's responsible, it's always made him feel like even if nothing else is going especially well, at least this is. At least their love will always be strong. Right now, though, aside from the injuries that Joel's still suffering from, everything is going well. Spencer finds is so strange sometimes that it doesn't feel more foreign, that being happy so often doesn't just make him feel uncomfortable but with Joel, he's never felt more safe. More content. With Joel, he belongs.
"God, I want you," he groans, shaking his head slightly as he looks up to smile at his husband. He unbuttons Joel's pants, lowers his zipper, traces just under the band of his briefs. "I want to make you feel good."
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Everything is simply instinctual, not exactly auto-pilot because that's fair too mechanic a term to apply to what Spencer wants to do for his husband--to his husband--but it's like his entire body simply knows what he needs to be doing without giving it much thought at all. "It's about as fair as the fact that one look from you can drive me crazy," he murmurs, voice already husky with want, and he so very much wants to please Joel tonight. "Or that hearing you say my name in the store can make me want to drag you to the other room. Or that you're so unbelievably sexy that you could be doing anything, you could be washing dishes, and I'd still want you."
He nudges Joel toward the direction of the bed, already tugging his husband's shirt off--slowly, so as not to hurt him--and tossing it to the ground as he lowers his head to tease a nipple with his tongue. He lets his hands roam up Joel's sides, his fingertips just teasing Joel's skin on the way back down, and Spencer lets out a moan just as their legs hit the bedside. "I'm going to take care of you," he says, glancing up at Joel as he shifts their bodies before lowering his husband onto the mattress. "I'll always take care of you." Spencer knows Joel knows that, it doesn't necessarily need to be said, but he thinks that once in awhile, it's a nice reminder for them both.
He kisses his way down Joel's chest, pausing to slowly lick a ring around his navel and chuckling softly when he hears his husband let out a gasp when Spencer palms his cock through his jeans. He loves this, making Joel makes these sounds and knowing that he's responsible, it's always made him feel like even if nothing else is going especially well, at least this is. At least their love will always be strong. Right now, though, aside from the injuries that Joel's still suffering from, everything is going well. Spencer finds is so strange sometimes that it doesn't feel more foreign, that being happy so often doesn't just make him feel uncomfortable but with Joel, he's never felt more safe. More content. With Joel, he belongs.
"God, I want you," he groans, shaking his head slightly as he looks up to smile at his husband. He unbuttons Joel's pants, lowers his zipper, traces just under the band of his briefs. "I want to make you feel good."