Joel doesn't know how it's possible for any one person to be as amazing at this as Spencer is and he knows he doesn't have much experience, but he's still entirely convinced that his husband is better at this than anyone else could possibly be. He knows exactly what to do for Joel, exactly how to make him feel good and it shouldn't surprise him, it doesn't surprise him, but he still doesn't understand how he knows exactly how to touch Joel at every moment. It can't entirely be that his husband is simply that good at sex, although he knows that's at least part of it. It's that they're undeniably connected, too, it's that they don't feel this way for anyone else, it's that they're so completely devoted to each other that they just know. They just know how to make the other feel good, they just know what to do, how to run their hands along their skin, what to do with their lips and their tongues, as Spencer is proving right at this very moment.
Groaning, his hand tipped back against the bed, Joel finds himself staring blankly up at the ceiling, not actually seeing any of it. He's so focused on Spencer and on how good it feels to have his warm, wet mouth tight around his cock that he thinks for a second all his other senses have just left him. The only one that's still here is the sense of touch and he can feel everything. Every last shift of Spencer's hand, the pressure of his tongue and his lips. He can feel absolutely everything down to the tiniest little detail and it feels incredible, as it always does. Spencer is perfect. He's always been perfect. The only thing Joel knows for certain is that he's incredibly lucky. That there's no one else in the world who has someone as amazing as Spencer. There's no one else who knows what this feels like, it's not possible, because Joel thinks it has to be rare. It has to be so rare that somehow he's the only lucky person in the world to really know what this is like.
He knows that isn't true, it can't possibly be true, but Spencer makes him feel this way every single time. He makes him feel like everything is theirs, like every last moment belongs to them entirely and no one else. Spencer makes him feel like he's the last person in the world and Joel knows he'll never do anything foolish that might jeopardize this. He can't lose this, he can never do anything that might cause him to lose this. Spencer loves him so much and he's showing Joel right now.
"God, Spencer," he groans, lifting his head and looking down the length of his body at his husband. For a moment it felt like all his senses had fled, but they've suddenly returned and the very sight of Spencer like this, his hand on Joel's hip, his lips wrapped around his cock, it threatens to completely undo Joel in just a moment. He groans again and buries the fingers of his good hand in Spencer's hair, holding to him tighter than he means to. There's an apology on his tongue, but then Spencer does something, takes him deeper, sucks a little harder, he has no idea what it is, but something, and the only thing Joel can manage is a strangled sort of whimper. He can feel Spencer's moan against the skin of his cock and he doesn't think he'll be able to last very long, not when everything feels so good, not when it's been far too long since he's been able to be inside Spencer in any way. But he can try. He can make this last a little longer and his hips lift a little, thrusting into Spencer's mouth as another moan is caught in his throat.
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Groaning, his hand tipped back against the bed, Joel finds himself staring blankly up at the ceiling, not actually seeing any of it. He's so focused on Spencer and on how good it feels to have his warm, wet mouth tight around his cock that he thinks for a second all his other senses have just left him. The only one that's still here is the sense of touch and he can feel everything. Every last shift of Spencer's hand, the pressure of his tongue and his lips. He can feel absolutely everything down to the tiniest little detail and it feels incredible, as it always does. Spencer is perfect. He's always been perfect. The only thing Joel knows for certain is that he's incredibly lucky. That there's no one else in the world who has someone as amazing as Spencer. There's no one else who knows what this feels like, it's not possible, because Joel thinks it has to be rare. It has to be so rare that somehow he's the only lucky person in the world to really know what this is like.
He knows that isn't true, it can't possibly be true, but Spencer makes him feel this way every single time. He makes him feel like everything is theirs, like every last moment belongs to them entirely and no one else. Spencer makes him feel like he's the last person in the world and Joel knows he'll never do anything foolish that might jeopardize this. He can't lose this, he can never do anything that might cause him to lose this. Spencer loves him so much and he's showing Joel right now.
"God, Spencer," he groans, lifting his head and looking down the length of his body at his husband. For a moment it felt like all his senses had fled, but they've suddenly returned and the very sight of Spencer like this, his hand on Joel's hip, his lips wrapped around his cock, it threatens to completely undo Joel in just a moment. He groans again and buries the fingers of his good hand in Spencer's hair, holding to him tighter than he means to. There's an apology on his tongue, but then Spencer does something, takes him deeper, sucks a little harder, he has no idea what it is, but something, and the only thing Joel can manage is a strangled sort of whimper. He can feel Spencer's moan against the skin of his cock and he doesn't think he'll be able to last very long, not when everything feels so good, not when it's been far too long since he's been able to be inside Spencer in any way. But he can try. He can make this last a little longer and his hips lift a little, thrusting into Spencer's mouth as another moan is caught in his throat.