Joel groans softly and lets his lips part, lifting his head a little so he can take Spencer into his mouth. This is what he wants, more than anything, and another groan shudders through him, his hand squeezing Spencer's ass again. He'd like to be able to do exactly what Spencer had done for him, but he isn't sure where the lube is and he can't move enough to get it. For now, though, he just kneads the muscles of Spencer's ass, holding onto him, urging him forward. He wants Spencer to thrust deeper into his mouth and he uses his tongue, moving it along the underside of Spencer's cock as he looks up at his husband, enjoying the fact that he can see his face like this, he can see absolutely everything. Looking at Spencer while he comes is Joel's favourite thing in the world, it's better than absolutely everything else and the angle he's at now allows him to see absolutely everything.
He's so gorgeous. Spencer is absolutely, incredibly beautiful and Joel feels like his breath, his words, all his thoughts have been taken away and replaced with Spencer. He always feels like this when they're being intimate, like nothing else will ever matter again, and he hums low in his throat, a desperate sound of approval, of want, and he keeps his good hand on Spencer, holding him tightly, letting him know it's okay. He's okay. He doesn't want his husband to think for a second that he might be hurting him and Joel can feel another little shiver of pleasure rippling through him as he tries to tilt his head, to take Spencer deeper. This feels so good and even though he's just come, even though he knows there's no hope of getting hard again, not this soon, it does feel incredible and there's a line of heat licking through his body. It has everything to do with pleasing Spencer, with making him feel good.
He knows Spencer is worried about hurting him, but nothing hurts right now. Joel is barely aware of his broken ribs at all, he's barely away of his hand. All his focus is narrowed down to Spencer, to this one little point of contact and it's the only thing he wants to think about. Everything else just sort of falls away and he's not surprised by it, not anymore. Spencer has become his everything and he knows the sentiment is more than returned. The two of them have become so devoted to each other and Joel has never felt so loved, he's never trusted someone so completely and he knows he doesn't have to worry about Spencer hurting him because he knows Spencer never would. He just wouldn't.
Sucking harder, Joel groans, his cheeks hollowing and for a second his eyes flutter closed. It feels so good and he relaxes his throat and squeezes Spencer's ass again, trying to tell him that it's okay. That he can thrust deeper, that he can do everything he wants. Joel wants him to, he wants Spencer to fuck his mouth, to use him in every possible way and he wishes once again that he was feeling better, that he could let Spencer just fuck him instead. That nothing hurt and everything was possible because he always just wants to give Spencer the world.
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He's so gorgeous. Spencer is absolutely, incredibly beautiful and Joel feels like his breath, his words, all his thoughts have been taken away and replaced with Spencer. He always feels like this when they're being intimate, like nothing else will ever matter again, and he hums low in his throat, a desperate sound of approval, of want, and he keeps his good hand on Spencer, holding him tightly, letting him know it's okay. He's okay. He doesn't want his husband to think for a second that he might be hurting him and Joel can feel another little shiver of pleasure rippling through him as he tries to tilt his head, to take Spencer deeper. This feels so good and even though he's just come, even though he knows there's no hope of getting hard again, not this soon, it does feel incredible and there's a line of heat licking through his body. It has everything to do with pleasing Spencer, with making him feel good.
He knows Spencer is worried about hurting him, but nothing hurts right now. Joel is barely aware of his broken ribs at all, he's barely away of his hand. All his focus is narrowed down to Spencer, to this one little point of contact and it's the only thing he wants to think about. Everything else just sort of falls away and he's not surprised by it, not anymore. Spencer has become his everything and he knows the sentiment is more than returned. The two of them have become so devoted to each other and Joel has never felt so loved, he's never trusted someone so completely and he knows he doesn't have to worry about Spencer hurting him because he knows Spencer never would. He just wouldn't.
Sucking harder, Joel groans, his cheeks hollowing and for a second his eyes flutter closed. It feels so good and he relaxes his throat and squeezes Spencer's ass again, trying to tell him that it's okay. That he can thrust deeper, that he can do everything he wants. Joel wants him to, he wants Spencer to fuck his mouth, to use him in every possible way and he wishes once again that he was feeling better, that he could let Spencer just fuck him instead. That nothing hurt and everything was possible because he always just wants to give Spencer the world.