"Oh my god," Joel breathes when Spencer presses a finger inside him and for a second he thinks he might come right now, with Spencer just barely touching his cock, because this is exactly what he wants. This is everything he needs, it's perfect because it's Spencer and Joel resists the urge to writhe on the bed, knowing he'll only hurt himself if he does. All he wants is to press down on Spencer's fingers, though, and another low moan escapes him when he feels a second finger pushing into his body, when Spencer takes his cock into his mouth again. It's absurd and he knows it is, but Joel has to close his eyes and think of inventory, of the store, of balancing spreadsheets for several seconds just so he can bring himself back from the edge because he'd come so close. For a moment there, he'd come so close and they've been able to do so little together lately that he doesn't want this to end so soon. It can't go on forever, he knows that, but he can do his best to make sure it goes on for at least a little while longer, which it won't if he allows himself to think about all the things he wants to do to Spencer.
He's almost angry with himself for being injured, even though he knows that's silly, because he wants to be able to grab Spencer and push him down on the bed. He wants to turn him over and strip him down and then fuck him into the mattress and the thought of this is more than enough to send a tight ring of pleasure coiling down the length of his body. "Spencer... oh my god..." He doesn't even realize he's speaking, not between Spencer's warm, wet mouth around him and the three fingers he has inside his ass, fucking him slowly. Not with the visual he has of fucking Spencer, grabbing him and pushing him into the mattress, not with all of that going on. He's barely aware of anything else at all and he twists a little, then forces himself to lie still when a sharp bolt of pain goes rippling through him.
And yet it's not entirely unwelcome. He won't do it again, he knows he can't, not if he doesn't want to risk further injury, but there's something about it that he doesn't mind all that much. The pain turns the pleasure into something else, gives it an edge he doesn't think he's ever known before and he sucks in a sharp breath before his lips part and he breathes out again slowly, shivering with the heat that seems to be licking through him. He doesn't want Spencer to think he's really hurt, not for a second, and he reaches down with his good hand, running his fingers through Spencer's hair.
"Spencer," he breathes again, a shiver racing through him. His muscles are tensing and he wants to relax them, he wants to be able to last longer, but he doesn't think he can. Not when it feels like it's been too long since they've been close like this, not when Spencer is taking him so deep into his mouth, not when he has three fingers buried in his ass. "Spencer, god, I can't... I'm so... you..." But nothing seems to be the right thing to say, nothing actually makes its way out of his mouth and all he can do is moan, knowing he's close, knowing it won't be much longer.
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He's almost angry with himself for being injured, even though he knows that's silly, because he wants to be able to grab Spencer and push him down on the bed. He wants to turn him over and strip him down and then fuck him into the mattress and the thought of this is more than enough to send a tight ring of pleasure coiling down the length of his body. "Spencer... oh my god..." He doesn't even realize he's speaking, not between Spencer's warm, wet mouth around him and the three fingers he has inside his ass, fucking him slowly. Not with the visual he has of fucking Spencer, grabbing him and pushing him into the mattress, not with all of that going on. He's barely aware of anything else at all and he twists a little, then forces himself to lie still when a sharp bolt of pain goes rippling through him.
And yet it's not entirely unwelcome. He won't do it again, he knows he can't, not if he doesn't want to risk further injury, but there's something about it that he doesn't mind all that much. The pain turns the pleasure into something else, gives it an edge he doesn't think he's ever known before and he sucks in a sharp breath before his lips part and he breathes out again slowly, shivering with the heat that seems to be licking through him. He doesn't want Spencer to think he's really hurt, not for a second, and he reaches down with his good hand, running his fingers through Spencer's hair.
"Spencer," he breathes again, a shiver racing through him. His muscles are tensing and he wants to relax them, he wants to be able to last longer, but he doesn't think he can. Not when it feels like it's been too long since they've been close like this, not when Spencer is taking him so deep into his mouth, not when he has three fingers buried in his ass. "Spencer, god, I can't... I'm so... you..." But nothing seems to be the right thing to say, nothing actually makes its way out of his mouth and all he can do is moan, knowing he's close, knowing it won't be much longer.