Spencer hums his agreement, sliding his hands teasingly under the hem of Joel's shirt so he can brush his fingers lightly against his skin, unable to hold back a satisfied smile when he feels the goosebumps rising. Any reaction he can get out of Joel is a good one in Spencer's book and though he always loves to find new ways to make Joel moan with a well-placed lick or touch or bite, he loves, too, that he already knows exactly where to do all those things to make his husband crazy. They've learned each others' bodies quite thoroughly over the course of the past year, and Spencer can't fathom how anyone could say that sex with the same person could possibly get boring because in what possible world could it be boring to share a bed with someone who has perfected how to make him come?
Then again, Spencer does admittedly see the problem that anyone who says that has: they don't have a partner in Joel, nor will they ever because Spencer has no plans whatsoever to let sharing become a part of their sex life. Maybe some people need to add a little spice to their physical relationship, Spencer spares no judgment for that; but he knows what he likes--what he loves--and who he wants in bed and inside of him, and all those things include nobody but Joel. His husband has told him about Coop's occasional teasing about threesomes, and it would have made Spencer terribly uncomfortable if the comments had come from anyone else but at the very least, he knows Coop means no harm behind it. Maybe in the world under that spell, he had; but the Coop he knows, the Coop who had been one of his brother's closest friends, would never do purposely say something like that to make someone squirm with anything other than mild, good-natured annoyance.
Still, that doesn't mean that once in awhile, he likes to pretend like they need to remind each other that they belong to each other. Nobody in the world will ever get to see Joel's body the way he does again, and Spencer revels in that. It pleases him to know that the things they do behind closed doors are only ever for them because most certainly, Spencer would never have been able to say a great majority of the things he's said to Joel since they'd started having sex to anyone else. It's this man in particular who brings out this side of him, this possessive side that makes him so hungry for his husband, so lustful, and a low, rough moan sounds from his throat as he moves his hands up over Joel's chest, his thumbs brushing over Joel's nipples.
"Doors are locked," he confirms, "and I'm pretty sure the ring on my finger is a symbol of a vow I made to never break a promise to you. It'd be very rude of me, indeed, if I were to tell you I'd do something and then go back on my word." He lowers his hands again, curling his fingers over the material of Joel's shirt before swiftly pulling it over his husband's head and tossing it aside with a crooked smirk. "So I'll undress you." He reaches for Joel's hands, tugging him back over to the liquor cabinet where the bottle of whiskey and their glasses are still set out from earlier. "I'll bend you over that desk. I'll do everything I said until you're competing with the volume of that music."
He tilts his head, still smirking as he releases one of Joel's hands to reach for the bottle, uncapping it and pouring whiskey into one of the glasses as he uses his other hand to palm at Joel's hardening cock through his jeans. He's not in a rush, at least not really, but he's been anticipating this throughout the remainder of the shower so if he doesn't take it slow, he thinks Joel will forgive him. "We're going to taste this whiskey before we taste each other," he says, pouring the amber liquid into the other glass before handing one to his husband. "That's enough to cheers to, isn't it? Salud."
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Then again, Spencer does admittedly see the problem that anyone who says that has: they don't have a partner in Joel, nor will they ever because Spencer has no plans whatsoever to let sharing become a part of their sex life. Maybe some people need to add a little spice to their physical relationship, Spencer spares no judgment for that; but he knows what he likes--what he loves--and who he wants in bed and inside of him, and all those things include nobody but Joel. His husband has told him about Coop's occasional teasing about threesomes, and it would have made Spencer terribly uncomfortable if the comments had come from anyone else but at the very least, he knows Coop means no harm behind it. Maybe in the world under that spell, he had; but the Coop he knows, the Coop who had been one of his brother's closest friends, would never do purposely say something like that to make someone squirm with anything other than mild, good-natured annoyance.
Still, that doesn't mean that once in awhile, he likes to pretend like they need to remind each other that they belong to each other. Nobody in the world will ever get to see Joel's body the way he does again, and Spencer revels in that. It pleases him to know that the things they do behind closed doors are only ever for them because most certainly, Spencer would never have been able to say a great majority of the things he's said to Joel since they'd started having sex to anyone else. It's this man in particular who brings out this side of him, this possessive side that makes him so hungry for his husband, so lustful, and a low, rough moan sounds from his throat as he moves his hands up over Joel's chest, his thumbs brushing over Joel's nipples.
"Doors are locked," he confirms, "and I'm pretty sure the ring on my finger is a symbol of a vow I made to never break a promise to you. It'd be very rude of me, indeed, if I were to tell you I'd do something and then go back on my word." He lowers his hands again, curling his fingers over the material of Joel's shirt before swiftly pulling it over his husband's head and tossing it aside with a crooked smirk. "So I'll undress you." He reaches for Joel's hands, tugging him back over to the liquor cabinet where the bottle of whiskey and their glasses are still set out from earlier. "I'll bend you over that desk. I'll do everything I said until you're competing with the volume of that music."
He tilts his head, still smirking as he releases one of Joel's hands to reach for the bottle, uncapping it and pouring whiskey into one of the glasses as he uses his other hand to palm at Joel's hardening cock through his jeans. He's not in a rush, at least not really, but he's been anticipating this throughout the remainder of the shower so if he doesn't take it slow, he thinks Joel will forgive him. "We're going to taste this whiskey before we taste each other," he says, pouring the amber liquid into the other glass before handing one to his husband. "That's enough to cheers to, isn't it? Salud."