"Spencer... god," Joel breathes and he feels stunned to silence by the things his husband is saying. What he'd wanted more than anything was to give him a good birthday. Treat him like he deserves, give him a day of good memories instead of the awful ones he's been carrying with him for the past two years. His only goal today had been to do whatever Spencer wanted of him. He had set up the castle, but beyond that he'd planned on taking all his cues from Spencer just to make sure, no matter what, that he wasn't overstepping or overwhelming his husband in any way. But his intention all along had been to do something special for Spencer and now they're here in this warm, humid castle, both of them stripped naked, nothing at all between them, and Spencer is the one saying some of the most incredible things Joel has ever heard. It doesn't really surprise him, he's understood for a long time now that his husband is capable of putting his feelings to word much more beautifully than Joel will ever be capable, and he knows Spencer is always going to do it at times like this, when he's not quite expecting it, but it still stuns him all the same. It leaves him feeling breathless and speechless. And even now, as turned on as he is, he feels a little bit like he might cry. Like the feelings he's holding onto, the ones reserved for Spencer, the ones he'd never known before this are just all too big to be contained by his body.
"I'm yours," he breathes before he leans down to grip Spencer's thighs with both his hands, pushing him up, curving his body. "God, Spencer, I'm only ever going to be yours." It doesn't even come close to expressing what he really wants to say, especially when Spencer has so beautifully expressed his own feelings just moments earlier, but what he lacks in eloquence he thinks he makes up for in sincerity. It might not be poetry or verses from love stories, but he means it with every fibre of his being. Every last molecule in his body loves Spencer, is meant for him, and he knows Spencer doesn't doubt that. He can't, not with everything they've given each other, everything they've promised and everything they've built. They don't doubt each other, that's part of what makes this relationship so incredible, and he wonders if many people have found something like this. If there are marriages as solid as their own.
With one last stunned looking grin, he ducks his head and swipes his tongue along the inside of Spencer's thigh. For a moment it feels like his head is spinning, between the things Spencer has said to him, the feel of his warm, damp skin under Joel's fingers and the taste of his sweat on his tongue. He feels dizzy with it, heady and delirious. He almost laughs, then slides one hand further up Spencer's thigh, his thumb brushing against his ass before he follows the path with his mouth, pressing warm, open mouthed kisses against his skin. What he wants more than anything is to be able to fuck Spencer, but he thinks he might be more than happy to spend the next day here, too, kissing and licking. Even just a year ago he never would have imagined himself doing anything like this. He never would have thought himself capable, would have been terrified at the thought of being so intimate with anything, but everything with Spencer has always been so simple. Right from the start. No one else has ever made him this comfortable, this confident, and Joel has trusted Spencer right from the beginning to tell him if he was doing something he didn't like. They can talk to each other. That means so much more than Joel has ever realized.
He brushes his thumb against Spencer's ass again, over that tight little ring of muscle and then follows it with his tongue, groaning low in his throat at the same time. This is something he genuinely thinks he might be able to do forever and he smooths his free hand over Spencer's thigh, then reaches up carefully, wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock. The shape of him is so familiar in Joel's hand, a comforting, heavy weight, and he had truly never imagined he would be good at anything like this before Spencer came into his life. He changed everything Joel ever thought about himself. He's made him so much better than he ever could have been on his own.
"God, Spencer," he breathes, then presses in again, his tongue slowly fucking into Spencer's ass. He should have considered this, should have thought to bring some lube outside for them to use, but he hadn't known what to expect of this day. As it is, he can't imagine having to stop and go inside, so he uses his tongue on Spencer instead, groaning as his hand slowly strokes Spencer's cock at the same time.
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"I'm yours," he breathes before he leans down to grip Spencer's thighs with both his hands, pushing him up, curving his body. "God, Spencer, I'm only ever going to be yours." It doesn't even come close to expressing what he really wants to say, especially when Spencer has so beautifully expressed his own feelings just moments earlier, but what he lacks in eloquence he thinks he makes up for in sincerity. It might not be poetry or verses from love stories, but he means it with every fibre of his being. Every last molecule in his body loves Spencer, is meant for him, and he knows Spencer doesn't doubt that. He can't, not with everything they've given each other, everything they've promised and everything they've built. They don't doubt each other, that's part of what makes this relationship so incredible, and he wonders if many people have found something like this. If there are marriages as solid as their own.
With one last stunned looking grin, he ducks his head and swipes his tongue along the inside of Spencer's thigh. For a moment it feels like his head is spinning, between the things Spencer has said to him, the feel of his warm, damp skin under Joel's fingers and the taste of his sweat on his tongue. He feels dizzy with it, heady and delirious. He almost laughs, then slides one hand further up Spencer's thigh, his thumb brushing against his ass before he follows the path with his mouth, pressing warm, open mouthed kisses against his skin. What he wants more than anything is to be able to fuck Spencer, but he thinks he might be more than happy to spend the next day here, too, kissing and licking. Even just a year ago he never would have imagined himself doing anything like this. He never would have thought himself capable, would have been terrified at the thought of being so intimate with anything, but everything with Spencer has always been so simple. Right from the start. No one else has ever made him this comfortable, this confident, and Joel has trusted Spencer right from the beginning to tell him if he was doing something he didn't like. They can talk to each other. That means so much more than Joel has ever realized.
He brushes his thumb against Spencer's ass again, over that tight little ring of muscle and then follows it with his tongue, groaning low in his throat at the same time. This is something he genuinely thinks he might be able to do forever and he smooths his free hand over Spencer's thigh, then reaches up carefully, wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock. The shape of him is so familiar in Joel's hand, a comforting, heavy weight, and he had truly never imagined he would be good at anything like this before Spencer came into his life. He changed everything Joel ever thought about himself. He's made him so much better than he ever could have been on his own.
"God, Spencer," he breathes, then presses in again, his tongue slowly fucking into Spencer's ass. He should have considered this, should have thought to bring some lube outside for them to use, but he hadn't known what to expect of this day. As it is, he can't imagine having to stop and go inside, so he uses his tongue on Spencer instead, groaning as his hand slowly strokes Spencer's cock at the same time.