Sometimes the way Spencer looks at him still makes him squirm. Not necessarily out of embarrassment or discomfort, but because he can't quite believe someone this incredible is looking at him in that way. Like he's something spectacular, something out of the ordinary, something to be appreciated and cared for and loved. It doesn't surprise him anymore, it doesn't make him wonder if Spencer really means it, he trusts his husband more than he's ever trusted anyone and he knows that he's loved and wanted. But it still makes a shiver run through him, a trembling that goes down his spine and seems to drive straight into his cock, making his lips parts as a soft little moan escapes him. His cheeks flush when Spencer tells him he's sexy and he's never felt like he was, not until Spencer, but now he believes that, too. He believes Spencer thinks he's sexy anyway and that's really the only thing that matters. If he thinks so, Joel will never want for anything else. If Spencer always wants him, he'll be happy for the rest of his years.
Leaning back against the desk, Joel can already feel his breath quickening, his heart pounding as Spencer lowers himself to his knees. It's a sight he'll never tire of, watching the way Spencer's body folds as he slides down in front of Joel like this, and even before Spencer touches him he can feel anticipation running through him like electricity. He knows he doesn't have an extensive list of experience and it isn't as if he's ever spent any time comparing Spencer to the other people he's been with, but Joel knows for a fact that his husband is incredible at this. He doesn't need any other experience, he doesn't need comparisons, he's simply never felt as good as he does when he's with Spencer and he knows the fact that they love each other so much has a lot to do with it, that isn't everything. Spencer is simply good at this and when he takes Joel into his mouth, another groan escapes him as his head tips back and he stared wide-eyed up at the ceiling. It's a good thing he'd put the music a little louder than he might otherwise, because he's already aware that the sound he's making aren't exactly quiet.
"Spencer," he breathes as his fingers curl over the edge of the desk. It's solid behind him, there to support his weight, and he's suddenly extremely grateful for it because his legs are shaking and he thinks if he were to try to move they might already just give out on him. This is what Spencer does to him. Within moments he's completely undone Joel, sent him skittering toward the edge, and he has to close his eyes and squeeze the edge of the desk tightly to regain some of his composure. They certainly have all night and given how badly he wants Spencer to be the one fucking him it won't be the end of the world if he comes too soon, but he wants to enjoy this, too. He's been thinking about this all day and he wants nothing more than to make it all last as long as he possibly can. Which means thinking about things other than the incredible blowjob his husband is currently giving him. The order coming into the store tomorrow. Balancing their books. What he's going to make for lunch.
But then Spencer does something with tongue in combination with his hand and Joel's eyes fly open as he stares down at his husband. One hand comes up off the desk and his fingers thread through Spencer's hair, not guiding him, not forcing him, just holding onto him rather desperately. His hips roll and it's slow, a little tentative, waiting for Spencer to let him know what's okay and what's too much. They've learned to communicate in so many different ways that Joel is confident they don't need words now. He doesn't need to ask if something is okay because Spencer will let him know even if he doesn't say.
He looks down at Spencer and has to bite down hard on his lower lip just at the sight of his husband there on his knees. Joel's cock is in his mouth, his lips stretched around him and he practically whimpers, feeling heat coursing through him, his cock twitching and growing harder still. Being able to see Spencer is the thing he loves most, being able to watch him, and he shakes his head, utterly speechless, as he rolls his hips again.
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Leaning back against the desk, Joel can already feel his breath quickening, his heart pounding as Spencer lowers himself to his knees. It's a sight he'll never tire of, watching the way Spencer's body folds as he slides down in front of Joel like this, and even before Spencer touches him he can feel anticipation running through him like electricity. He knows he doesn't have an extensive list of experience and it isn't as if he's ever spent any time comparing Spencer to the other people he's been with, but Joel knows for a fact that his husband is incredible at this. He doesn't need any other experience, he doesn't need comparisons, he's simply never felt as good as he does when he's with Spencer and he knows the fact that they love each other so much has a lot to do with it, that isn't everything. Spencer is simply good at this and when he takes Joel into his mouth, another groan escapes him as his head tips back and he stared wide-eyed up at the ceiling. It's a good thing he'd put the music a little louder than he might otherwise, because he's already aware that the sound he's making aren't exactly quiet.
"Spencer," he breathes as his fingers curl over the edge of the desk. It's solid behind him, there to support his weight, and he's suddenly extremely grateful for it because his legs are shaking and he thinks if he were to try to move they might already just give out on him. This is what Spencer does to him. Within moments he's completely undone Joel, sent him skittering toward the edge, and he has to close his eyes and squeeze the edge of the desk tightly to regain some of his composure. They certainly have all night and given how badly he wants Spencer to be the one fucking him it won't be the end of the world if he comes too soon, but he wants to enjoy this, too. He's been thinking about this all day and he wants nothing more than to make it all last as long as he possibly can. Which means thinking about things other than the incredible blowjob his husband is currently giving him. The order coming into the store tomorrow. Balancing their books. What he's going to make for lunch.
But then Spencer does something with tongue in combination with his hand and Joel's eyes fly open as he stares down at his husband. One hand comes up off the desk and his fingers thread through Spencer's hair, not guiding him, not forcing him, just holding onto him rather desperately. His hips roll and it's slow, a little tentative, waiting for Spencer to let him know what's okay and what's too much. They've learned to communicate in so many different ways that Joel is confident they don't need words now. He doesn't need to ask if something is okay because Spencer will let him know even if he doesn't say.
He looks down at Spencer and has to bite down hard on his lower lip just at the sight of his husband there on his knees. Joel's cock is in his mouth, his lips stretched around him and he practically whimpers, feeling heat coursing through him, his cock twitching and growing harder still. Being able to see Spencer is the thing he loves most, being able to watch him, and he shakes his head, utterly speechless, as he rolls his hips again.