For a moment Joel is worried he isn't going to be able to last. Not when Spencer is encouraging him to thrust, not when he looks so perfectly beautiful right where he is and Joel almost whimpers again, the sound stuck low in his throat. He wants to warn Spencer, to tell him he needs to stop, he has to give him a break or this is going to be over far sooner than either of them want it to be, but then Spencer is pulling back without Joel having to say anything at all and as much as he misses the feel of his husband's mouth around his cock, there is a part of him that's relieved. It means he gets to enjoy this for even longer and he shoots Spencer a pleased, grateful look even as he's being told to turn around.
And suddenly his anticipation spikes again. His hands slide over the smooth surface of the desk as Spencer gently pushes against his back and Joel has the sudden memory of pushing Spencer down in much the same manner, stretching him out across that table he'd built and he finds himself grinning as he ducks his head. He isn't quite draped across the desk, he's still holding himself up slightly, but then he feels Spencer's hands on his ass, he feels his husband's lips press to the back of his thigh and he just can't seem to do it anymore. His head drops forward, his cheek pressed against the cool surface of the desk and Joel's eyes flutter closed. For a second he feels like he's just suspended there, waiting for something, and then he feels the warmth of Spencer's tongue and he nearly cries out loud enough to be heard beyond the walls of the library.
He's wanted this for a long time, almost since the very first moment he had pushed Spencer over the arm of the couch and pressed his tongue into his ass. It's incredible from that end and he's been building this up in his mind, turning it into some perfect experience and even though it's just barely begun, Spencer hasn't disappointed him at all. Then he does it again, just swipes his tongue against Joel's ass and he does sob this time, a breathless sort of gasp against the wood of the desk as his fingers curl over the edge just for something to hold onto. He can feel one of Spencer's hands still on his ass and it takes him a second to realize he's reached between Joel's legs, that he's stroking his cock as he pushes his tongue into him and he is entirely certain he nearly blacks out from pleasure
And then his voice suddenly comes back to him in a rush. Joel has never been particularly talkative and while he'll moan and gasp, whenever he talks during sex it's usually limited to Spencer's name. This is just a little more than that, a sudden outpouring he hadn't expected and can't control even if he tried. He's pushing back a little, pressing toward Spencer's mouth, surprised by his own neediness.
"Spencer, oh my god," he groans, hands gripping the edge of the desk hard enough that his knuckles hurt. "Holy shit, I didn't know, I had no idea. I can't... I... oh god." And he has a feeling he isn't making any sense, but if he can't stop himself from speaking, there's no way he's going to be able to make himself pause long enough to make sure he's actually speaking in sentences. It doesn't matter anyway, he's fairly certain Spencer will understand what he's trying to say. "Don't stop," he begs. "Jesus Christ, Spencer, don't stop. Don't, just..." And he trails off again into a series of moan instead.
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And suddenly his anticipation spikes again. His hands slide over the smooth surface of the desk as Spencer gently pushes against his back and Joel has the sudden memory of pushing Spencer down in much the same manner, stretching him out across that table he'd built and he finds himself grinning as he ducks his head. He isn't quite draped across the desk, he's still holding himself up slightly, but then he feels Spencer's hands on his ass, he feels his husband's lips press to the back of his thigh and he just can't seem to do it anymore. His head drops forward, his cheek pressed against the cool surface of the desk and Joel's eyes flutter closed. For a second he feels like he's just suspended there, waiting for something, and then he feels the warmth of Spencer's tongue and he nearly cries out loud enough to be heard beyond the walls of the library.
He's wanted this for a long time, almost since the very first moment he had pushed Spencer over the arm of the couch and pressed his tongue into his ass. It's incredible from that end and he's been building this up in his mind, turning it into some perfect experience and even though it's just barely begun, Spencer hasn't disappointed him at all. Then he does it again, just swipes his tongue against Joel's ass and he does sob this time, a breathless sort of gasp against the wood of the desk as his fingers curl over the edge just for something to hold onto. He can feel one of Spencer's hands still on his ass and it takes him a second to realize he's reached between Joel's legs, that he's stroking his cock as he pushes his tongue into him and he is entirely certain he nearly blacks out from pleasure
And then his voice suddenly comes back to him in a rush. Joel has never been particularly talkative and while he'll moan and gasp, whenever he talks during sex it's usually limited to Spencer's name. This is just a little more than that, a sudden outpouring he hadn't expected and can't control even if he tried. He's pushing back a little, pressing toward Spencer's mouth, surprised by his own neediness.
"Spencer, oh my god," he groans, hands gripping the edge of the desk hard enough that his knuckles hurt. "Holy shit, I didn't know, I had no idea. I can't... I... oh god." And he has a feeling he isn't making any sense, but if he can't stop himself from speaking, there's no way he's going to be able to make himself pause long enough to make sure he's actually speaking in sentences. It doesn't matter anyway, he's fairly certain Spencer will understand what he's trying to say. "Don't stop," he begs. "Jesus Christ, Spencer, don't stop. Don't, just..." And he trails off again into a series of moan instead.