He's gasping without even realizing, arching his back in a way that sends another bolt of pain through him, but it's minor this time, not nearly as sharp as it had been before, and the pain is lost anyway, lost under the pleasure that's rippling through him, the tight heat of Spencer's mouth around his cock coaxing him closer and closer to the edge. And for a second he hesitates there, holding it off, waiting for just a moment so he can enjoy it for just a little while longer, but then Spencer's fingers push inside him deeper, fucking him harder and he gasps again, tumbling over, being dragged over the edge by Spencer's talented fingers and tongue. If he wasn't injured, he'd be letting himself writhe on the bed, he'd be letting himself thrust deeper into Spencer's mouth, as much as his husband could take, but he's at least aware enough to know that he'll only hurt himself if he does that. He wants to, but instead he forces his hips to stay down on the bed and he gasps again, a soft whine escaping as he comes, his hand squeezing Spencer's tightly.
"Spencer, oh god, oh Spencer, I love you," he mumbles, only partly aware he's saying anything at all. It becomes a litany of his husband's name, over and over, I love you thrown in here and there as Spencer drags him through his orgasm, as he pulls him across to the other side, as he slowly lets him come down. And Joel can feel his muscles beginning to relax, but they twitch every so often, little tremors of pleasure that are still racing through him though they all border on the edge of too much. It's not quite there, not entirely, but almost, and he closes his eyes, smiling up at the ceiling as he gives Spencer's hand another gentle squeeze. And a part of him feels entirely spent, more than he would have expected, but it's been an exhausting few weeks. His injuries could have been much worse, but he's had to rest more than he had expected he might, and even now it's evident he's not back to normal. He wants so badly to do something for Spencer, to return the favour, but for the second he's not sure he can even more.
"Come here," he murmurs, untangling his hand from Spencer's and reaching down to curl his fingers in his hair, tugging lightly, trying to get him to crawl up onto the bed. He's actually thinking if he doesn't move much, if he lets Spencer come to him, if he takes care not to twist his body, he might be able to do the same for Spencer now, who clearly needs it. He realizes he has no idea when Spencer managed to get undressed and he grins stupidly, trying to remember it. His shirt had come off when he'd grabbed their bottle of lube, but he has no idea when Spencer had rid himself of his pants.
Not that it matters. Not really. The only thing he's thinking is getting Spencer closer so he can kiss him. For starters. So he can drag him closer toward his mouth and let Spencer do whatever he wants with Joel. For now, though, he settles on just kissing him. His fingers tighten in Spencer's hair, more of a tease than anything, and he pulls their mouths together, kissing him deeply, parting Spencer's lips with his tongue. It's frustrating that he can't move more, that he can't be a better participant, but he has to remind himself that the faster he heals, the faster he'll be back to complete involvement in all ways and that's what he needs to focus on. No matter how badly he wants to just let Spencer fuck him, he knows it'll only hurt tonight.
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"Spencer, oh god, oh Spencer, I love you," he mumbles, only partly aware he's saying anything at all. It becomes a litany of his husband's name, over and over, I love you thrown in here and there as Spencer drags him through his orgasm, as he pulls him across to the other side, as he slowly lets him come down. And Joel can feel his muscles beginning to relax, but they twitch every so often, little tremors of pleasure that are still racing through him though they all border on the edge of too much. It's not quite there, not entirely, but almost, and he closes his eyes, smiling up at the ceiling as he gives Spencer's hand another gentle squeeze. And a part of him feels entirely spent, more than he would have expected, but it's been an exhausting few weeks. His injuries could have been much worse, but he's had to rest more than he had expected he might, and even now it's evident he's not back to normal. He wants so badly to do something for Spencer, to return the favour, but for the second he's not sure he can even more.
"Come here," he murmurs, untangling his hand from Spencer's and reaching down to curl his fingers in his hair, tugging lightly, trying to get him to crawl up onto the bed. He's actually thinking if he doesn't move much, if he lets Spencer come to him, if he takes care not to twist his body, he might be able to do the same for Spencer now, who clearly needs it. He realizes he has no idea when Spencer managed to get undressed and he grins stupidly, trying to remember it. His shirt had come off when he'd grabbed their bottle of lube, but he has no idea when Spencer had rid himself of his pants.
Not that it matters. Not really. The only thing he's thinking is getting Spencer closer so he can kiss him. For starters. So he can drag him closer toward his mouth and let Spencer do whatever he wants with Joel. For now, though, he settles on just kissing him. His fingers tighten in Spencer's hair, more of a tease than anything, and he pulls their mouths together, kissing him deeply, parting Spencer's lips with his tongue. It's frustrating that he can't move more, that he can't be a better participant, but he has to remind himself that the faster he heals, the faster he'll be back to complete involvement in all ways and that's what he needs to focus on. No matter how badly he wants to just let Spencer fuck him, he knows it'll only hurt tonight.