There's a very distinct switch between feeling like he might be able to do this with all his clothes still on and knowing without a doubt that he simply can't. Spencer's cock is aching, he can feel himself leaking through his briefs, and he uses his free hand to undo his pants and shimmy out of them until his own cock springs free, all the while bobbing his head and sucking as hard as he can just to make Joel moan. He wishes they could forget about everything else, forget about the injuries and the consequences so Spencer can line himself up against Joel's ass and just press inside him, but Spencer knows they can't do that tonight. Even so, he wants to give Joel everything; he wants to give Joel more.
Maybe he shouldn't, he thinks, maybe it's still too much, but the larger part of his mind is too hazy with an uncontrollable lust for his husband and that's what has him pulling away, sucking hard on his way back up and lapping at the beads of precome at the tip of Joel's cock before he leans to his right to open the nightstand drawer. "If it's too much, you tell me," he says as he gropes within the drawer until he finds what he needs, voice husky from having his husband's length so far down his throat. "If I hear anything that even sounds like pain, I'm going to stop, okay? Just-- I just want to take care of you." Spencer triumphantly holds a bottle of lube with a devilish grin, tugging his shirt off before flicking the cap open so he can coat the fingers of this other hand before tossing the bottle against the pillows without a another thought.
He gentle urges Joel to spread his legs wider, encourages him to bend his legs at the knees as much as he can so Spencer has a better angle for what he wants to do. He has to pause for a moment to rake his eyes over Joel's body, allowing himself to be overwhelmed by just how beautiful his husband truly is, from the tanned hue of his skin to the trail of hair that leads from his navel to his cock, and he sometimes still can't wrap his head around the fact that Joel is his. "Perfect," Spencer murmurs, reaching out to grasp Joel's length again with one hand as he brings one slicked finger to Joel's ass, circling and teasing at his entrance before slowly pushing into him. Spencer licks his lips, bites at the inside of his cheeks to keep from groaning as he watches his finger disappear into his husband, and it's the longest they've gone without being intimate since they'd started having sex but Spencer hadn't realized just how much he'd really missed this.
"So perfect," he says again, shaking his head in awe and twisting his wrist to push his finger deeper until he at the second knuckle. He hooks his finger inside of Joel, waiting for a reaction before lowering his head back down to take him in his mouth again, taking him all the way as he slides a second finger in, and Spencer thinks he might very well come right here and now because he can feel just how warm and tight Joel is, and the primal urge to drop all pretenses and make love to him is stronger than Spencer has ever known before. But he knows better and if he can't fuck his husband tonight, he'll make damn sure to do whatever it takes to make him come. Another finger joins the first two and Spencer gasps as if he's the one taking it like this, but he's quickly realizing that when he knows Joel feels good, it makes it that much easier to feel good himself.
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Maybe he shouldn't, he thinks, maybe it's still too much, but the larger part of his mind is too hazy with an uncontrollable lust for his husband and that's what has him pulling away, sucking hard on his way back up and lapping at the beads of precome at the tip of Joel's cock before he leans to his right to open the nightstand drawer. "If it's too much, you tell me," he says as he gropes within the drawer until he finds what he needs, voice husky from having his husband's length so far down his throat. "If I hear anything that even sounds like pain, I'm going to stop, okay? Just-- I just want to take care of you." Spencer triumphantly holds a bottle of lube with a devilish grin, tugging his shirt off before flicking the cap open so he can coat the fingers of this other hand before tossing the bottle against the pillows without a another thought.
He gentle urges Joel to spread his legs wider, encourages him to bend his legs at the knees as much as he can so Spencer has a better angle for what he wants to do. He has to pause for a moment to rake his eyes over Joel's body, allowing himself to be overwhelmed by just how beautiful his husband truly is, from the tanned hue of his skin to the trail of hair that leads from his navel to his cock, and he sometimes still can't wrap his head around the fact that Joel is his. "Perfect," Spencer murmurs, reaching out to grasp Joel's length again with one hand as he brings one slicked finger to Joel's ass, circling and teasing at his entrance before slowly pushing into him. Spencer licks his lips, bites at the inside of his cheeks to keep from groaning as he watches his finger disappear into his husband, and it's the longest they've gone without being intimate since they'd started having sex but Spencer hadn't realized just how much he'd really missed this.
"So perfect," he says again, shaking his head in awe and twisting his wrist to push his finger deeper until he at the second knuckle. He hooks his finger inside of Joel, waiting for a reaction before lowering his head back down to take him in his mouth again, taking him all the way as he slides a second finger in, and Spencer thinks he might very well come right here and now because he can feel just how warm and tight Joel is, and the primal urge to drop all pretenses and make love to him is stronger than Spencer has ever known before. But he knows better and if he can't fuck his husband tonight, he'll make damn sure to do whatever it takes to make him come. Another finger joins the first two and Spencer gasps as if he's the one taking it like this, but he's quickly realizing that when he knows Joel feels good, it makes it that much easier to feel good himself.