When Joel touches him, it always feels like there are sparks flying between them. He realizes that may very well be true, he's seen it before, the magic sparking at Joel's fingertips when they touch sometimes; but both the truth of it and the cliche aside, Spencer is always reduced to something he'd never thought he'd be before he'd met Joel. It's like he forgets how to think, how to properly form words, sometimes it's even hard for him to catch his breath because Joel makes him feel so many things at once that it's almost overwhelming. Right now for example, with his hand squeezing Spencer's ass and the flicker of his tongue over his bottom lip, Joel is everything. Joel is absolutely everything, there is absolutely nothing else in this world that Spencer could possibly care about right now, and he wants that tongue on his cock more than he can remember how to say.
"Oh, god," he groans, and Joel hasn't even taken him in his mouth yet, this is just what his husband does to him all the time. Spencer would say it's hardly fair if he didn't think he somehow had the exact same effect on Joel, which surprises him to no end once in awhile because he's never really been the object of someone's affection before, much less of someone's sexual attraction. Whatever Darcy had wanted to bed him for, it hadn't been because she'd had feelings for him or because she'd thought they'd have an incredible connection; it'd meant nothing to her, just as it had to Spencer, and he hadn't realized until Joel just how much incredibly good sex could make him feel.
"I'm going to watch you," he says, inching higher until one knee bumps Joel's shoulder, and he hovers over his husband low enough for his cock to brush against Joel's lips. Spencer has to fight with himself not to throw his head back at the slightest touch, he means what he'd said, he needs to watch Joel do this. "And while you're sucking my cock, I'm going to pretend I'm burying myself inside you." His throat feels dry as he says the words, the sorts of words that would never come out of his mouth on a normal day but then again, their days aren't often normal anyway. He rolls his hips, letting out a shuddering gasp at the soft puff of breath he feels at the tip of his cock, and he grasps at the sheets with one hand, trying to keep himself from falling over from coming before Joel can even really touch him.
Joel wants him. For whatever reason, Joel wants him, and Spencer isn't sure he'll ever really be able to understand why but he's not going to stop to fight it. Maybe Spencer is the one who seems to let the dirtier things flow from his mouth, but he'll forever be wrapped around Joel's finger. Anything Joel wants him to do, he'll gladly do it. He reaches out to brush the back of his hand along Joel's jawline, smiling at the graze of his husband's beard before tangling his fingers in Joel's hair. His exceptionally beautiful husband wants him, wants to touch him, wants to make him feel good, and Spencer can't deny Joel that because he knows exactly what it's like to want the same things for his husband. He always will.
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"Oh, god," he groans, and Joel hasn't even taken him in his mouth yet, this is just what his husband does to him all the time. Spencer would say it's hardly fair if he didn't think he somehow had the exact same effect on Joel, which surprises him to no end once in awhile because he's never really been the object of someone's affection before, much less of someone's sexual attraction. Whatever Darcy had wanted to bed him for, it hadn't been because she'd had feelings for him or because she'd thought they'd have an incredible connection; it'd meant nothing to her, just as it had to Spencer, and he hadn't realized until Joel just how much incredibly good sex could make him feel.
"I'm going to watch you," he says, inching higher until one knee bumps Joel's shoulder, and he hovers over his husband low enough for his cock to brush against Joel's lips. Spencer has to fight with himself not to throw his head back at the slightest touch, he means what he'd said, he needs to watch Joel do this. "And while you're sucking my cock, I'm going to pretend I'm burying myself inside you." His throat feels dry as he says the words, the sorts of words that would never come out of his mouth on a normal day but then again, their days aren't often normal anyway. He rolls his hips, letting out a shuddering gasp at the soft puff of breath he feels at the tip of his cock, and he grasps at the sheets with one hand, trying to keep himself from falling over from coming before Joel can even really touch him.
Joel wants him. For whatever reason, Joel wants him, and Spencer isn't sure he'll ever really be able to understand why but he's not going to stop to fight it. Maybe Spencer is the one who seems to let the dirtier things flow from his mouth, but he'll forever be wrapped around Joel's finger. Anything Joel wants him to do, he'll gladly do it. He reaches out to brush the back of his hand along Joel's jawline, smiling at the graze of his husband's beard before tangling his fingers in Joel's hair. His exceptionally beautiful husband wants him, wants to touch him, wants to make him feel good, and Spencer can't deny Joel that because he knows exactly what it's like to want the same things for his husband. He always will.