It wouldn't have taken long to stroke himself to orgasm and frankly, Spencer thinks it's quite a feat that he's lasted this long with Joel's lips and tongue running over the length of his cock. Then again, that's something he thinks a majority of the time that they're having sex, that he can't believe he can keep himself in check with Joel handling him like this for as long as he does because everything his husband does when they're in bed together seems to surpass eroticism. His husband is, hands down, the sexiest man he's ever laid eyes on, there's a reason that Spencer had never been attracted enough to anyone to want to pursue any sort of physical relationship before Joel. What he'd felt when they'd been sitting close enough to each other in the library downstairs, fingers very nearly brushing, had been so foreign, and Spencer hadn't been sure what to do with it.

The days and weeks that had followed had ambushed him with a series of escalating fantasies--Joel cupping his cheek and leaning in for a soft kiss, Joel guiding him until his back hits the wall and threading his fingers through Spencer's hair as he leaves marks on his neck, Joel naked and lowering him onto this very bed to fuck him senseless even though he hadn't even known what it meant to be touched that way yet--but somehow, none of that had made him want to shy away from Joel's company. Even then, before he'd been able to come to terms with what he'd been feeling and allow himself to believe that Joel could feel the same way, he'd preferred to at least see Joel, be around him, than to stay away. He can't fathom it now, spending more than a few hours a day away from this man. They can't be together every second, that's a ridiculous notion, but Spencer's night wouldn't be complete without Joel by his side. His heart wouldn't be whole without Joel there.

At his husband's whimper, Spencer feels that distinct heat rising in his belly, the one that tells him that he's too close now, and he groans as he glides his hand as far down Joel's chest as he can, fingers digging gently into his skin because even in the throes of pleasure, Spencer is still very aware of his husband's comfort, of his physical limits. There's nothing in the world, no amount of pleasure, that would be worth hurting Joel in any way and when Joel opens his eyes to look up at him, Spencer swears he feels his heart skip. Joel's eyes are so beautiful, caught between hazel and honey, and Spencer could get lost in them for hours if given the opportunity. He's so in love, he's dizzy with it, and with their eyes locked, Spencer rolls his hips for one more effective and deep thrust before he feels himself let go. "I'm coming," he gasps, a last-minute warming before Joel is swallowing him down, and Spencer can't imagine anything more incredible than watching his husband take him like this.

By the time he's finished, he's still half-hard and weakly thrusting into his husband's mouth, trying to ride out his orgasm without collapsing onto his husband, and it's with a mild hiss of distress that he slowly pulls out. He falls onto his back with a grunt, cock still incredibly sensitive, and it sends a shiver up his spine as he gropes for Joel's good hand before rolling over onto his side to press a kiss to his husband's shoulder. "You're incredible," he murmurs, inching closer to cup Joel's cheek before letting their lips meet, swirling his tongue around his husband's so he can taste himself, so they can taste each other, and he's quite sure that there couldn't possibly be anything more intimate than what they share together. "You're incredible, and you're mine. God, you're mine." There's no figuring out how this has become his life, but Spencer doesn't care, he's stopped trying. They belong with each other always, plain and simple, and there's nothing that could ever change that.