The echo of Joel's words seem to to hover in the spaces of Spencer's mind, suspended there as he tries to process them through the predominant thought that is simply Joel, Joel, Joel, as it so often tends to be. He's distracted by the glossed over look in his husband's eyes, one that he's sure is reflected in his own, and he takes advantage of Joel's raised hips to tug his jeans off and throw them to the floor, perhaps with a little more force than necessary. Spencer can feel his own cock hardening, pressing against his jeans and aching to be freed, but tonight isn't for him. All his attention will be focused on making his husband feel incredible, making him feel loved. "Always," he murmurs before leaning down to dip his tongue below the band of Joel's briefs, where his fingers had been when now they're slowly, maddeningly slowly, pulling down from the sides to reveal more of Joel's skin, getting Spencer closer and closer to where he really wants to be.
When Joel's cock finally springs free from the confines of his briefs, Spencer moans with desire, with need. There relationship isn't about sex, but there's no denying that their physicality with each other has played such an enormous part in bringing them both to this point of trust. Spencer has lost track--unusual for him in the first place--of the number of times he's thought about the fact that there's nobody else he'd allow to touch him the way Joel touches him. There's an unbridled passion between them that's never existed for Spencer with anyone else, that he'd never wanted to even try to find with anyone else, and he will always recall their first time together with such perfect clarity because if he hadn't already understood how deeply his feelings had been for Joel, he'd certainly understood it then.
"Siempre te amare." The Spanish slips sometimes, a relic of the time he'd spent being exceedingly interested in the romantic languages, but only as often, it seems, as when they fall into bed together. Appropriate, he supposes, but he doesn't think much more on it as he lowers his head to flick his tongue at the head of Joel's cock, fingers twitching in the sheets where his hands are bracing him as the urge to reach for his own erection becomes almost too strong to deny. There's a quick enough fix for that, he thinks, taking the head of his husband's cock into his mouth. His cheeks hollow as he sucks lightly, bringing one hand to wrap around the rest of Joel's length, and Spencer hums with satisfaction at the warmth and weight of Joel on his tongue and in his grasp. If he didn't so much love the feeling of Joel inside him, of slow and calculated thrusts becoming faster and more erratic until they're both begging each other for release, Spencer thinks he might be quite content to do only this for his husband all the time.
As it is, it's all they can really do now, at least it's all Spencer's willing to try to keep Joel from hurting himself, but he thinks it will tide them over until the Joel's well enough to make use of his entire body again. Spencer enjoys this, after all, he has from the beginning, which had surprised him seeing as he'd never done it for anyone before. It helps that Joel seems to think he can do no wrong when it comes to being in the bedroom, and the feeling is mutual; their connection is so incredibly strong, it's evident every time they make love in the way they're always so perfectly in sync, so pleasantly surprised by and happy to try any new thing that either one of them might introduce to their sex life, and Spencer knows couldn't possibly share that sort of bond with any other person. His body, every part of it, his mind, his soul, they all belong to this man. Spencer wouldn't have it any other way.
It's with that in mind that he takes Joel deeper into his mouth, loosening the muscles in his throat and moving his hand so he can thread his fingers through Joel's until he bottoms out and has to pause just to get used to having his lips around husband's entire length. He can feel his heart racing in his chest, can feel his entire body trembling with desperation because he's still fully clothed and the ache is nearly impossible to ignore now. He wants something so badly, some kind of friction or Joel's fingers inside him or even his own fingers, but one glance up at his husband's blown pupils, his blissed out expression, and Spencer becomes resolute. He swirls his tongue around Joel's cock with another loan vibrating within the walls of his mouth, pulling his head back slightly and sucking harder this time, keeping his eyes on Joel's face all along. It's heavenly just to watch, but Spencer takes a great pride, too, in knowing just how good he can make his husband feel.
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When Joel's cock finally springs free from the confines of his briefs, Spencer moans with desire, with need. There relationship isn't about sex, but there's no denying that their physicality with each other has played such an enormous part in bringing them both to this point of trust. Spencer has lost track--unusual for him in the first place--of the number of times he's thought about the fact that there's nobody else he'd allow to touch him the way Joel touches him. There's an unbridled passion between them that's never existed for Spencer with anyone else, that he'd never wanted to even try to find with anyone else, and he will always recall their first time together with such perfect clarity because if he hadn't already understood how deeply his feelings had been for Joel, he'd certainly understood it then.
"Siempre te amare." The Spanish slips sometimes, a relic of the time he'd spent being exceedingly interested in the romantic languages, but only as often, it seems, as when they fall into bed together. Appropriate, he supposes, but he doesn't think much more on it as he lowers his head to flick his tongue at the head of Joel's cock, fingers twitching in the sheets where his hands are bracing him as the urge to reach for his own erection becomes almost too strong to deny. There's a quick enough fix for that, he thinks, taking the head of his husband's cock into his mouth. His cheeks hollow as he sucks lightly, bringing one hand to wrap around the rest of Joel's length, and Spencer hums with satisfaction at the warmth and weight of Joel on his tongue and in his grasp. If he didn't so much love the feeling of Joel inside him, of slow and calculated thrusts becoming faster and more erratic until they're both begging each other for release, Spencer thinks he might be quite content to do only this for his husband all the time.
As it is, it's all they can really do now, at least it's all Spencer's willing to try to keep Joel from hurting himself, but he thinks it will tide them over until the Joel's well enough to make use of his entire body again. Spencer enjoys this, after all, he has from the beginning, which had surprised him seeing as he'd never done it for anyone before. It helps that Joel seems to think he can do no wrong when it comes to being in the bedroom, and the feeling is mutual; their connection is so incredibly strong, it's evident every time they make love in the way they're always so perfectly in sync, so pleasantly surprised by and happy to try any new thing that either one of them might introduce to their sex life, and Spencer knows couldn't possibly share that sort of bond with any other person. His body, every part of it, his mind, his soul, they all belong to this man. Spencer wouldn't have it any other way.
It's with that in mind that he takes Joel deeper into his mouth, loosening the muscles in his throat and moving his hand so he can thread his fingers through Joel's until he bottoms out and has to pause just to get used to having his lips around husband's entire length. He can feel his heart racing in his chest, can feel his entire body trembling with desperation because he's still fully clothed and the ache is nearly impossible to ignore now. He wants something so badly, some kind of friction or Joel's fingers inside him or even his own fingers, but one glance up at his husband's blown pupils, his blissed out expression, and Spencer becomes resolute. He swirls his tongue around Joel's cock with another loan vibrating within the walls of his mouth, pulling his head back slightly and sucking harder this time, keeping his eyes on Joel's face all along. It's heavenly just to watch, but Spencer takes a great pride, too, in knowing just how good he can make his husband feel.