Every time Joel says that to him, that he's beautiful, it fills him with a warmth that only his husband has ever been able to make him feel. From anyone else, the attention would be unwelcome, uncomfortable, but Joel has never once said it to gain anything. He'd said it long before they'd started having sex, it's never just been a line between them to butter the other up for something, it's beyond genuine. It's simply truth. In a town like Siren Cove, it's impossible to ignore that there are residents and visitors alike who always seem to be a step above attractive. That in itself had made it easier for Spencer to avoid intense scrutiny, he's far skinnier and lankier and more awkward in the way he would so often slouch or keep his head down while he walked that being ignored in favor of someone he'd consider classically good-looking had become the norm. He'd always preferred it that way, had considered himself lucky to be able to escape eyes that look him over or flirty smiles from people who clearly want more than just a good conversation--which he likely wouldn't have been able to provide anyway--but with Joel, Spencer has always just accepted it. Yearned for it.
To Joel, he is beautiful, and Spencer is comfortable with that because the feeling is entirely mutual. His eyes wander down the length of what's visible of Joel's body, strong and firm and yet somehow so gentle, and he is perfectly confident in saying that nobody in this world could ever hope to compare. He leans his head up to catch Joel's lips in another kiss, hips rolling off the floor of the castle as he whimpers until his husband has fully discarded them off to the side, and he wraps his arms around Joel's neck to deepen the kiss. Their teeth clash, tongues dancing and tangling, and he tugs lightly on a fistful of curls until he can't take it anymore. He pulls back, torn between changing his mind and moving back in to trace his lips over Joel's or urging Joel's head between his legs but before he can make the decision, Spencer pauses just to study his husband's face.
Just as he's sure his own are, Joel's eyes are slightly glazed over with arousal, lips still moving as if their kiss had never ended, and Spencer smiles softly. He wants to say something in this moment, anything just to let Joel know what he's feeling, what he's thinking, but the very thing about it is that Spencer is sure that Joel does know. They can't read each other's mind, they don't share a psychic connection, but they don't need that. They never have. All that they share together, they've shared from the beginning, and it all has to do with trust. Spencer had said it the first time they'd made love, those words he'd meant just as strongly then as he does now--I'm only for you--and there will never a come a day that they won't be true. He remembers feeling so whole the very first time Joel had entered him, full and content and complete, and that's never gone away. Even when they take things to a slightly rougher level, even on those nights Joel fucks him hard enough to still feel every inch of him the next morning, Spencer has never once been unwilling to give every last bit of himself to this man.
"Even after our first time," he murmurs, nearly breathless as he reaches between them to take one of Joel's hands and slowly guide it down his own body, shivering as fingertips brush over his tattoo and down his hip to his eager cock. "I knew. Your hands are the only ones I'll ever want on me. You were the first one-- you're the only one who's ever made me feel like I wanted to belong to somebody." He gasps at the feel of a finger tracing over his ass, huffing out a laugh as he lets his head fall back onto the canvas and grinning widely up at the ceiling. Whatever Joel has in store for him, Spencer will happily let him do it for as long as he'd like. No matter what, he knows his husband will take care of him, not just in their moments of intimacy but in every aspect of their lives. Through life's surprises, through unpredictability, Spencer still feels safe, and he thinks that's one of the greatest gifts Joel will ever give him.
Fear doesn't claim him anymore. He could lose everything tomorrow, he's thought about that more than once, but Joel is his reason for not giving in to letting the possibility overwhelm him. Whether he'd intended it or not, Joel has taught him that sometimes, risk is worth it. This relationship, this love and connection they share, they hadn't found it by sitting at home and only hoping that it would come to them. They'd both taken leaps, and they'd landed here. Together, always. "I belong to you," he says, voice dropping to a whisper as his eyes fall shut. "For the rest of my life, I'm always going to belong to you."
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To Joel, he is beautiful, and Spencer is comfortable with that because the feeling is entirely mutual. His eyes wander down the length of what's visible of Joel's body, strong and firm and yet somehow so gentle, and he is perfectly confident in saying that nobody in this world could ever hope to compare. He leans his head up to catch Joel's lips in another kiss, hips rolling off the floor of the castle as he whimpers until his husband has fully discarded them off to the side, and he wraps his arms around Joel's neck to deepen the kiss. Their teeth clash, tongues dancing and tangling, and he tugs lightly on a fistful of curls until he can't take it anymore. He pulls back, torn between changing his mind and moving back in to trace his lips over Joel's or urging Joel's head between his legs but before he can make the decision, Spencer pauses just to study his husband's face.
Just as he's sure his own are, Joel's eyes are slightly glazed over with arousal, lips still moving as if their kiss had never ended, and Spencer smiles softly. He wants to say something in this moment, anything just to let Joel know what he's feeling, what he's thinking, but the very thing about it is that Spencer is sure that Joel does know. They can't read each other's mind, they don't share a psychic connection, but they don't need that. They never have. All that they share together, they've shared from the beginning, and it all has to do with trust. Spencer had said it the first time they'd made love, those words he'd meant just as strongly then as he does now--I'm only for you--and there will never a come a day that they won't be true. He remembers feeling so whole the very first time Joel had entered him, full and content and complete, and that's never gone away. Even when they take things to a slightly rougher level, even on those nights Joel fucks him hard enough to still feel every inch of him the next morning, Spencer has never once been unwilling to give every last bit of himself to this man.
"Even after our first time," he murmurs, nearly breathless as he reaches between them to take one of Joel's hands and slowly guide it down his own body, shivering as fingertips brush over his tattoo and down his hip to his eager cock. "I knew. Your hands are the only ones I'll ever want on me. You were the first one-- you're the only one who's ever made me feel like I wanted to belong to somebody." He gasps at the feel of a finger tracing over his ass, huffing out a laugh as he lets his head fall back onto the canvas and grinning widely up at the ceiling. Whatever Joel has in store for him, Spencer will happily let him do it for as long as he'd like. No matter what, he knows his husband will take care of him, not just in their moments of intimacy but in every aspect of their lives. Through life's surprises, through unpredictability, Spencer still feels safe, and he thinks that's one of the greatest gifts Joel will ever give him.
Fear doesn't claim him anymore. He could lose everything tomorrow, he's thought about that more than once, but Joel is his reason for not giving in to letting the possibility overwhelm him. Whether he'd intended it or not, Joel has taught him that sometimes, risk is worth it. This relationship, this love and connection they share, they hadn't found it by sitting at home and only hoping that it would come to them. They'd both taken leaps, and they'd landed here. Together, always. "I belong to you," he says, voice dropping to a whisper as his eyes fall shut. "For the rest of my life, I'm always going to belong to you."