His legs are unsteady from trying to plant his feet on solid ground so he can lift his hips to meet each thrust, and Spencer's thoughts are all over the place from thinking that whoever makes these bouncy castles really ought to do something about this flooring to realizing that that would absolutely defeat the purpose of a bouncy castle to remembering that he probably shouldn't have any of that on his mind when his husband has just come inside him. He can't help the way Joel makes him such a mess, though, he really can't, and he has half a mind to remind his husband just how much he's at fault for that later but for right now, he supposes he can't put all of that aside to refocus his attention on letting Joel make him feel as incredible as he always does.
Hearing his husband says those words is ultimately his greatest undoing. Sometimes, Joel's attempts at talking dirty are more adorable than anything else because it's often accompanied with flushed cheeks even though both of them know there's nothing to be embarrassed about when they speak that way. For Spencer, it'd come surprisingly easily, and he still doesn't know why because it's not as if he'd ever had practice. The one person he'd slept with before Joel hadn't seemed interested in hearing what he had to say at all and so, their awkward prom night encounter had been spent mostly in silence, aside from the grunts and gasps that had filled the room until they'd both come.
Until the first time he and Joel had been intimate, Spencer hadn't for a second thought that having sex could be as good as this. It'd taken the right person, at least for him, and he knows that many people simply enjoy having sex in general, it doesn't have to be with one person in particular; but Spencer knows the only reason he loves falling into bed so much now is because he and Joel know each other so well. They've mapped out each other's bodies over time, learned every last inch of each other, they know all the right places to touch and lick and tease, and Spencer can't imagine not wanting that out of someone he shares a bed with. He makes no judgments on anyone else's preferences, though hearing about them might make him cringe by virtue of the fact that he's not interested in hearing about anyone's sex life but his own, but at the end of the day, he knows that this works so well because he and Joel fit together to perfectly. It's like Joel had been made for him, made to fit inside him, and Spencer knows that's a silly notion, but he's sure of it all the same.
He can feel it now, with Joel still pumping into him and stroking his cock in time, he can feel his orgasm building in his belly, desperate to be released. It doesn't take long, especially not when Joel says that in such a deep, husky tone--let me make you come and god, he sometimes still can't believe he has a husband so incredibly perfect and gorgeous and sexy all at once and all the time--and with a shout, he's coming, spilling into Joel's hand for what seems like forever until his hips stop bucking and his body stops trembling and all he wants is for Joel to wrap him in his arms and never let go.
Trying to form words right now is impossible, which is unusual considering he nearly always has something to say right after he and Joel have reached their orgasms, but he's still reeling from the aftershocks of being fucked so thoroughly in this castle that Spencer dazedly lets the thought cross his mind that he might very well never be able to speak again. It's almost too much to handle, knowing that this is how he's spending a day that's been so utterly awful to him in the past, and he wonders if maybe he should feel a bit guilty for allowing himself to find such happiness and contentment today but then again, he knows his family wouldn't want him to feel that way in the first place. His mother and brother would want him to let his husband spoil him, treat him with the kindness and love that wouldn't be out of place, and Spencer weakly tugs at Joel's arm to encourage him to lie at his side so he can shift to rest his head on his chest.
He can feel the come that had spilled onto his stomach sliding down his side and onto the canvas beneath him and after a beat of silence, Spencer can't help but laugh at how horrified the men who return to collect the castle will be if they see come on the mat and smell the heavy musk of sex that's filling the air right now. But by then, he and Joel will be continuing their contained celebration of this day inside, not worrying about anything else because Spencer knows he has no regrets about this. Making love in a bouncy castle hadn't exactly been on his bucket list but now that they've done it, there's absolutely no chance that he'd say he wishes he hadn't.
"You know I appreciate all that you do for me, don't you?" he asks softly once he's found his voice again, dragging his fingers through the hair on his husband's chest as he tilts his head up to see Joel's expression. "You make me feel so loved, and it's-- It's the greatest gift anyone's ever given me."
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Hearing his husband says those words is ultimately his greatest undoing. Sometimes, Joel's attempts at talking dirty are more adorable than anything else because it's often accompanied with flushed cheeks even though both of them know there's nothing to be embarrassed about when they speak that way. For Spencer, it'd come surprisingly easily, and he still doesn't know why because it's not as if he'd ever had practice. The one person he'd slept with before Joel hadn't seemed interested in hearing what he had to say at all and so, their awkward prom night encounter had been spent mostly in silence, aside from the grunts and gasps that had filled the room until they'd both come.
Until the first time he and Joel had been intimate, Spencer hadn't for a second thought that having sex could be as good as this. It'd taken the right person, at least for him, and he knows that many people simply enjoy having sex in general, it doesn't have to be with one person in particular; but Spencer knows the only reason he loves falling into bed so much now is because he and Joel know each other so well. They've mapped out each other's bodies over time, learned every last inch of each other, they know all the right places to touch and lick and tease, and Spencer can't imagine not wanting that out of someone he shares a bed with. He makes no judgments on anyone else's preferences, though hearing about them might make him cringe by virtue of the fact that he's not interested in hearing about anyone's sex life but his own, but at the end of the day, he knows that this works so well because he and Joel fit together to perfectly. It's like Joel had been made for him, made to fit inside him, and Spencer knows that's a silly notion, but he's sure of it all the same.
He can feel it now, with Joel still pumping into him and stroking his cock in time, he can feel his orgasm building in his belly, desperate to be released. It doesn't take long, especially not when Joel says that in such a deep, husky tone--let me make you come and god, he sometimes still can't believe he has a husband so incredibly perfect and gorgeous and sexy all at once and all the time--and with a shout, he's coming, spilling into Joel's hand for what seems like forever until his hips stop bucking and his body stops trembling and all he wants is for Joel to wrap him in his arms and never let go.
Trying to form words right now is impossible, which is unusual considering he nearly always has something to say right after he and Joel have reached their orgasms, but he's still reeling from the aftershocks of being fucked so thoroughly in this castle that Spencer dazedly lets the thought cross his mind that he might very well never be able to speak again. It's almost too much to handle, knowing that this is how he's spending a day that's been so utterly awful to him in the past, and he wonders if maybe he should feel a bit guilty for allowing himself to find such happiness and contentment today but then again, he knows his family wouldn't want him to feel that way in the first place. His mother and brother would want him to let his husband spoil him, treat him with the kindness and love that wouldn't be out of place, and Spencer weakly tugs at Joel's arm to encourage him to lie at his side so he can shift to rest his head on his chest.
He can feel the come that had spilled onto his stomach sliding down his side and onto the canvas beneath him and after a beat of silence, Spencer can't help but laugh at how horrified the men who return to collect the castle will be if they see come on the mat and smell the heavy musk of sex that's filling the air right now. But by then, he and Joel will be continuing their contained celebration of this day inside, not worrying about anything else because Spencer knows he has no regrets about this. Making love in a bouncy castle hadn't exactly been on his bucket list but now that they've done it, there's absolutely no chance that he'd say he wishes he hadn't.
"You know I appreciate all that you do for me, don't you?" he asks softly once he's found his voice again, dragging his fingers through the hair on his husband's chest as he tilts his head up to see Joel's expression. "You make me feel so loved, and it's-- It's the greatest gift anyone's ever given me."