While their sex life has been more than satisfying in every possible way, while Joel has never wanted or loved anyone else even a fraction as much as he loves and wants Spencer, while he walks away from all of their time together satisfied in a great number of ways, he's not sure he's ever felt anything quite like this. He feels almost delirious with pleasure when Spencer finally pulls away, when his fingers slide free of Joel's body and the sound he makes is a soft, needy whine of protest. He doesn't want his husband to have pulled away and while he feels like he might be able to come just from this, he knows what Spencer wants. He wants it, too. This has been what he's spent the entire day looking forward to and not a second of it has been anything but exactly what he wanted. Spencer is perfect. He's always been perfect and as he pulls away, as Joel hears the rustle of denim as he undoes his pants, he starts to laugh. It's silent, nothing more than a grin and a shaking of his shoulders, but for just a moment he's so deliriously, perfectly happy that there's just nothing else for him to do.
Before their first time, Joel has done his own research. He had watched some videos, but mostly he had read articles and he remembers now reading something about the outpouring of emotion that can come with a truly exceptional connection. He knows what he has with Spencer is out of the ordinary, he knows he's simply the luckiest person in this entire town, but every single time he's felt himself getting emotional during sex, it's always leaned toward tears. Tears of happiness, of course, but tears all the same and now here he is, so unable to contain the joy and pleasure he's feeling that his body is shaking with laughter. He turns his head just a little, enough that he can see Spencer because he doesn't want his husband to think he's laughing at him. It's probably not the sort of thing he has to worry about, not when Spencer understands him more fully than any other person ever has, but he needs it to be clear. He needs Spencer to understand just how happy he really is in this moment.
And it's as Spencer is rubbing his cock against Joel's ass, it's only as he slowly starts to press inside that the laughter gives way to something else, a dark sort of gasp as he presses back. Ever since Spencer undressed him, Joel has felt like he's lost the ability to speak and it suddenly all comes back to him in a flood. Nothing will communicate what he's feeling right now, no words can possibly capture just how happy he is, how good he feels, how much he knows he owes that all to Spencer, but he feels like he has to say something. The words aren't always important, but right now it feels like they are. Right now he knows something needs to be said and there is just one thing he can come up with that he knows will say what he means.
"I love you, Spencer," he breathes, turning his head so his forehead is resting against the desk once more. There's a shiver going through him, his muscles tightening as Spencer touches him and slowly starts to fuck him. It doesn't hurt, not even for a moment, not after all the preparation Spencer had done. Any pain is gone as soon as he feels it and he presses back hopefully, desperately, needing even more, needing to please his husband as completely as he can. Spencer has been more than taking care of him this evening and Joel knows there's only so much he can do in return in this position, but he knows he can make it clear that he feels incredible. He knows he can respond to Spencer's thrusts with enthusiasm and he knows he doesn't need to be loud to do that.
"I love you so much," he says, his breath rushing out of him as Spencer drives into him a little harder. "You have no idea what you do to me. You undo me, Spencer. You make it so I can't see anything but you." And he never wants that to change. Until the very last breath he takes, Spencer is going to be the only one he sees, the only one who knows what it's like to have Joel in such a position. He's the only person who'll know what it looks like when Joel is truly happy, when he's sad, when he's so turned on that he can't see straight. He doesn't think of himself as an exceptional man by any means, but he knows Spencer loves him and this is really the greatest gift Joel can give him. The most meaningful. Spencer has every last part of him, knows all his secrets, all his dreams. Spencer has everything.
As he arches back, as he finds Spencer's rhythm and presses back toward his cock, gasping and whispering his husband's name, he knows it goes further than that, too. Spencer has everything, but he is everything, too.
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Before their first time, Joel has done his own research. He had watched some videos, but mostly he had read articles and he remembers now reading something about the outpouring of emotion that can come with a truly exceptional connection. He knows what he has with Spencer is out of the ordinary, he knows he's simply the luckiest person in this entire town, but every single time he's felt himself getting emotional during sex, it's always leaned toward tears. Tears of happiness, of course, but tears all the same and now here he is, so unable to contain the joy and pleasure he's feeling that his body is shaking with laughter. He turns his head just a little, enough that he can see Spencer because he doesn't want his husband to think he's laughing at him. It's probably not the sort of thing he has to worry about, not when Spencer understands him more fully than any other person ever has, but he needs it to be clear. He needs Spencer to understand just how happy he really is in this moment.
And it's as Spencer is rubbing his cock against Joel's ass, it's only as he slowly starts to press inside that the laughter gives way to something else, a dark sort of gasp as he presses back. Ever since Spencer undressed him, Joel has felt like he's lost the ability to speak and it suddenly all comes back to him in a flood. Nothing will communicate what he's feeling right now, no words can possibly capture just how happy he is, how good he feels, how much he knows he owes that all to Spencer, but he feels like he has to say something. The words aren't always important, but right now it feels like they are. Right now he knows something needs to be said and there is just one thing he can come up with that he knows will say what he means.
"I love you, Spencer," he breathes, turning his head so his forehead is resting against the desk once more. There's a shiver going through him, his muscles tightening as Spencer touches him and slowly starts to fuck him. It doesn't hurt, not even for a moment, not after all the preparation Spencer had done. Any pain is gone as soon as he feels it and he presses back hopefully, desperately, needing even more, needing to please his husband as completely as he can. Spencer has been more than taking care of him this evening and Joel knows there's only so much he can do in return in this position, but he knows he can make it clear that he feels incredible. He knows he can respond to Spencer's thrusts with enthusiasm and he knows he doesn't need to be loud to do that.
"I love you so much," he says, his breath rushing out of him as Spencer drives into him a little harder. "You have no idea what you do to me. You undo me, Spencer. You make it so I can't see anything but you." And he never wants that to change. Until the very last breath he takes, Spencer is going to be the only one he sees, the only one who knows what it's like to have Joel in such a position. He's the only person who'll know what it looks like when Joel is truly happy, when he's sad, when he's so turned on that he can't see straight. He doesn't think of himself as an exceptional man by any means, but he knows Spencer loves him and this is really the greatest gift Joel can give him. The most meaningful. Spencer has every last part of him, knows all his secrets, all his dreams. Spencer has everything.
As he arches back, as he finds Spencer's rhythm and presses back toward his cock, gasping and whispering his husband's name, he knows it goes further than that, too. Spencer has everything, but he is everything, too.