Some days, Spencer is hit with the reminder of how long he'd gone without having sex before he'd met Joel. They'd waited what he thinks seems like ages now to have their first time together, and he still thinks back on their time together at the Inn & Lodge fondly, no matter how embarrassed Joel might have been in that moment. He'd understood for the first time then what it would mean to be with someone who truly cared for him, who treated him like he was worthy of the attention, and what's more, Joel didn't only make Spencer feel that way during sex, he makes him feel that way all the time.
They have friends who envy what they have, he knows this, he can see it in when he's having a conversation with someone and his entire face lights up when he sees Joel walk into the room. He sees that flicker in their friends' eyes, the one that only proves to Spencer that this is the kind of relationship that doesn't come along for everyone particularly often. Connections like theirs don't happen every dya, otherwise they'd both be with someone else by now and even that hypothetical thought makes him groan with distress as Joel sucks harder on his cock. His husband might interpret the sound differently, which is fine because Spencer feels the encouraging squeeze of his ass, and he sticks his tongue just slightly in concentration as he slowly thrusts into his husband's mouth.
That hot, warm heat surrounding his cock makes Spencer forget anything he might have been thinking a mere few seconds ago, he's absolutely lost in the sensation of Joel's tongue over his length and what it's like to be in a position like this. He thrusts again, this time a little deeper, his knees already trembling from the pleasure of it all. He'd already been close to coming just from watching Joel ride through his orgasm, Spencer would really have just needed a few more good strokes before spilling into his own hand but this is, of course, undeniably better. This is intimate, this is between them, as it always has been and always will be. Spencer has bared himself to Joel in ways he never thought he would to anyone, has let his guard down more than he even thought he'd know how, and he's so glad that the universe had seen fit to bring him this man.
When he and Joel are making love, Spencer always wishes for it to never end. The world they create for themselves when they're naked together is beyond intimate, beyond private, it almost feels like they've stepped out of reality altogether and to have to return to a world where Joel isn't inside him or vice versa is never something he looks forward to, as silly as it may sound. Even now, with Joel injured but still so willing to give Spencer as much of himself as he can, Spencer feels like there's nothing that could be better than this. Nobody could be having a better night than they are. "Joel," he murmurs, it's all he can say, and he forces himself to focus his blurring vision as he shifts just slightly to steady himself, working to set a rhythm and thrusting at a faster, more even pace into his husband's mouth.
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They have friends who envy what they have, he knows this, he can see it in when he's having a conversation with someone and his entire face lights up when he sees Joel walk into the room. He sees that flicker in their friends' eyes, the one that only proves to Spencer that this is the kind of relationship that doesn't come along for everyone particularly often. Connections like theirs don't happen every dya, otherwise they'd both be with someone else by now and even that hypothetical thought makes him groan with distress as Joel sucks harder on his cock. His husband might interpret the sound differently, which is fine because Spencer feels the encouraging squeeze of his ass, and he sticks his tongue just slightly in concentration as he slowly thrusts into his husband's mouth.
That hot, warm heat surrounding his cock makes Spencer forget anything he might have been thinking a mere few seconds ago, he's absolutely lost in the sensation of Joel's tongue over his length and what it's like to be in a position like this. He thrusts again, this time a little deeper, his knees already trembling from the pleasure of it all. He'd already been close to coming just from watching Joel ride through his orgasm, Spencer would really have just needed a few more good strokes before spilling into his own hand but this is, of course, undeniably better. This is intimate, this is between them, as it always has been and always will be. Spencer has bared himself to Joel in ways he never thought he would to anyone, has let his guard down more than he even thought he'd know how, and he's so glad that the universe had seen fit to bring him this man.
When he and Joel are making love, Spencer always wishes for it to never end. The world they create for themselves when they're naked together is beyond intimate, beyond private, it almost feels like they've stepped out of reality altogether and to have to return to a world where Joel isn't inside him or vice versa is never something he looks forward to, as silly as it may sound. Even now, with Joel injured but still so willing to give Spencer as much of himself as he can, Spencer feels like there's nothing that could be better than this. Nobody could be having a better night than they are. "Joel," he murmurs, it's all he can say, and he forces himself to focus his blurring vision as he shifts just slightly to steady himself, working to set a rhythm and thrusting at a faster, more even pace into his husband's mouth.