The castle is silent but for the heavy, hot breaths and occasional moan of pleasure between them but when Joel's laughter cuts through the muggy air, Spencer falls into that old cliche of being quite certain that his heart has skipped a beat. His head is spinning with so much that he doesn't even know where to begin with processing any of it, from the joy of hearing that infectious laugh to how much deeper Joel's cock has entered him thanks to the dip of the floor beneath them. There's no reconciling them, not right now, not even when no matter which order he thinks of all of this first, he's still the happiest man alive. All he knows is that this day that has been so filled with pain in the last couple years has slowly begun to turn into one that has him smiling again.
He reaches out to gently wrap his arms around Joel's waist, letting his hands travel downward over his husband's ass, fingertips drifting over the skin before dragging up his spine. All he ever wants throughout any given day is to be touching Joel, to have his hands all over him and know with absolute certainty that nobody else gets to see this, gets to have this. This relationship has never been primarily about the sex, they'd waited so much longer than most couples seem to these days to fall into bed together but even when they had, it hadn't been purely carnal. Spencer had wanted Joel for quite some time at that point, had thought about getting Joel naked and taking him in his mouth more and more as they'd spent more time together, but their love doesn't rely on how often they make each other come.
The reason they work so well intimately is because of the love they share, because of how often they're on the same page in the other aspects of their life, and Spencer has never found one person to be so agreeable in every possible way. On paper, Joel sounds like the kind of man who can't exist in reality, the kind of man Spencer could never hope to find a lover or a best friend in, but here they are. Joel's buried inside him, both of them gazing at each other as if the rest of the world has faded away, and Spencer supposes that in many ways, it has.
When they're like this, when they get to bare their bodies and souls to each other before making love, Spencer can let himself forget about everything else. His focus is on his husband, on the way Joel makes him feel physically and emotionally, on how alive he is now that he's found a reason to be just that. He rolls his hips in time with Joel's, starting a steady rhythm as he lets out a long moan, punctuated every so often with a short gasp each time Joel pushes into him again, and it's a little difficult with such an unsteady floor but they make it work. Just like everything else in their lives, they make it work.
"Joel," he murmurs, leaning his head back and baring his throat as his jaw drops in ecstasy, eyes squeezed shut even though he wants nothing more than to watch the expression on Joel's face change. It's a beautiful thing to witness, to see that look of concentration shift into something so free once Joel reaches his release, but they have time for that yet. Spencer has learned the signs of when Joel will come and maybe for some people, that would get boring but for him, it's just knowing that he's done something right. They have a healthy sex life, sometimes even an experimental one, and not once has he made Joel come only to wish that they'd done something different.
This is his paradise, right here, just having the opportunity to be with a man like this, and he wouldn't change it for the world.
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He reaches out to gently wrap his arms around Joel's waist, letting his hands travel downward over his husband's ass, fingertips drifting over the skin before dragging up his spine. All he ever wants throughout any given day is to be touching Joel, to have his hands all over him and know with absolute certainty that nobody else gets to see this, gets to have this. This relationship has never been primarily about the sex, they'd waited so much longer than most couples seem to these days to fall into bed together but even when they had, it hadn't been purely carnal. Spencer had wanted Joel for quite some time at that point, had thought about getting Joel naked and taking him in his mouth more and more as they'd spent more time together, but their love doesn't rely on how often they make each other come.
The reason they work so well intimately is because of the love they share, because of how often they're on the same page in the other aspects of their life, and Spencer has never found one person to be so agreeable in every possible way. On paper, Joel sounds like the kind of man who can't exist in reality, the kind of man Spencer could never hope to find a lover or a best friend in, but here they are. Joel's buried inside him, both of them gazing at each other as if the rest of the world has faded away, and Spencer supposes that in many ways, it has.
When they're like this, when they get to bare their bodies and souls to each other before making love, Spencer can let himself forget about everything else. His focus is on his husband, on the way Joel makes him feel physically and emotionally, on how alive he is now that he's found a reason to be just that. He rolls his hips in time with Joel's, starting a steady rhythm as he lets out a long moan, punctuated every so often with a short gasp each time Joel pushes into him again, and it's a little difficult with such an unsteady floor but they make it work. Just like everything else in their lives, they make it work.
"Joel," he murmurs, leaning his head back and baring his throat as his jaw drops in ecstasy, eyes squeezed shut even though he wants nothing more than to watch the expression on Joel's face change. It's a beautiful thing to witness, to see that look of concentration shift into something so free once Joel reaches his release, but they have time for that yet. Spencer has learned the signs of when Joel will come and maybe for some people, that would get boring but for him, it's just knowing that he's done something right. They have a healthy sex life, sometimes even an experimental one, and not once has he made Joel come only to wish that they'd done something different.
This is his paradise, right here, just having the opportunity to be with a man like this, and he wouldn't change it for the world.