There's no holding back the whimpers that escape from deep inside his throat as Joel spills his release into Spencer's mouth. He's relentless still with his fingers, curving them and fucking them into his husband as he watches Joel murmur his name, how much he loves him, and Spencer only slows to a stop when he's sure that Joel is finished. He gently pulls his fingers from Joel's body, gripping the base of Joel's cock as he lifts his head up, not wanting to cause any unnecessary twitching or jolting from a sudden lack of contact, and settles himself down beside his husband so he can fall into his warm arms, that embrace that's so comfortable and familiar and strong. "I love you," he echoes, leaning easily into the kiss and dragging his hand tenderly down Joel's side, squeezing at his ass and moaning as his cock reminds him of just how neglected it's been tonight.
It makes no real difference to him, he'll gladly go the rest of the evening with that distinct ache if it means that he's been able to make Joel feel good, but even with that in mind, he finds himself moving his hand between them, fingers wrapping around his cock. He lets out another moan into the kiss as he tugs at himself before lazy stroking over his length and had this been closer to the first time they'd had sex, Spencer might find himself feeling awfully self-conscious about touching himself like this; but as it is, he's already let Joel watch him push his fingers into himself, prepare himself before he'd let his husband fuck him. Compared to that, this is positively tame.
The feel of Joel's fingers threading through his hair does nothing to keep the heat from building within him, and he can feel himself flushing with pleasure starting at his cheeks, down his neck to his chest, and there's only one person who can reduce him to this state. There's only ever going to be one person capable of making Spencer feel like every part of him is fiery with a passion he hadn't known before, and he welcomes it because as much as he hadn't needed it--or hadn't realized he did, at least--this time last year, he knows he could never live without it now. There's a palpable tension between them, and it's not just some of the time, it's all the time, there's never a second of the day that Spencer wouldn't be willing to drop everything just to have his husband's hands explore his body or Joel's lips and teeth leaving marks on his neck or Joel's cock moving so deeply inside him until he thinks he might pass out from how incredible this man knows how to make him feel.
"I love watching you when you come," he murmurs, smiling shyly and glancing up at Joel through his lashes as he continues to pump his own cock through his fist. He's sensitive after waiting so long but it's very much worth it. It's worth having the taste of his husband still strong on his tongue, worth the way Joel's looking at him right now like he's something to be cherished, worth every moment if it means he gets to be right here by his husband's side. "God, baby, you're so beautiful. I'm never going to stop being in awe of you."
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It makes no real difference to him, he'll gladly go the rest of the evening with that distinct ache if it means that he's been able to make Joel feel good, but even with that in mind, he finds himself moving his hand between them, fingers wrapping around his cock. He lets out another moan into the kiss as he tugs at himself before lazy stroking over his length and had this been closer to the first time they'd had sex, Spencer might find himself feeling awfully self-conscious about touching himself like this; but as it is, he's already let Joel watch him push his fingers into himself, prepare himself before he'd let his husband fuck him. Compared to that, this is positively tame.
The feel of Joel's fingers threading through his hair does nothing to keep the heat from building within him, and he can feel himself flushing with pleasure starting at his cheeks, down his neck to his chest, and there's only one person who can reduce him to this state. There's only ever going to be one person capable of making Spencer feel like every part of him is fiery with a passion he hadn't known before, and he welcomes it because as much as he hadn't needed it--or hadn't realized he did, at least--this time last year, he knows he could never live without it now. There's a palpable tension between them, and it's not just some of the time, it's all the time, there's never a second of the day that Spencer wouldn't be willing to drop everything just to have his husband's hands explore his body or Joel's lips and teeth leaving marks on his neck or Joel's cock moving so deeply inside him until he thinks he might pass out from how incredible this man knows how to make him feel.
"I love watching you when you come," he murmurs, smiling shyly and glancing up at Joel through his lashes as he continues to pump his own cock through his fist. He's sensitive after waiting so long but it's very much worth it. It's worth having the taste of his husband still strong on his tongue, worth the way Joel's looking at him right now like he's something to be cherished, worth every moment if it means he gets to be right here by his husband's side. "God, baby, you're so beautiful. I'm never going to stop being in awe of you."