Joel laughs, an enormous grin gracing that gorgeous face, and Spencer understands exactly why. There have been so many times that he's felt the need to do the same thing--to laugh, to cry, to do whatever it is his body wants him to do because when Joel is moving inside of him, Spencer loses that part of himself that allows him to think clearly or sometimes, even at all. To be the one thrusting in and out of his husband's body is a different feeling entirely, and he's not sure that he can really explain it because each time they're intimate always seems to be better than the last but then again, he doesn't know that there's any real comparison. Being with Joel like this, nothing between them but bare skin and that column of energy that always keeps them connected, is the best thing Spencer has felt and likely ever will feel in his lifetime.
As he drives himself deeper, Spencer has to bite down hard on his lip to keep himself from choking out the sob building in his throat, the one that exists because of the incredible things his husband is saying to him. Joel doesn't often speak this much when they're having sex, they both know the words aren't necessary because they'll always love each other, they'll always know without a doubt that their hearts and bodies and souls are only for each other, they'll always share so many things that nobody else in this world will ever know about or understand because it's just for them, so much of their lives are just for them; but to hear this outburst of verbal emotion from Joel affects him more than Spencer could ever hope to express.
He can't see Joel's face but hearing his voice helps keep him grounded, and he reaches around Joel's waist to take his cock in hand as he murmurs softly into his ear, "I love you, baby, I love you so much. Every single day with every last piece of me, I'll always love you." He alternates thrusts and strokes, wanting Joel to feel incredible during each second of their intimacy, and he briefly thinks that they likely wouldn't even have needed the music because there's something so intense about this time in particular that neither of them seem to be able to be doing much more than gasp. The rhythm they've developed has been steady, a perfect pace that isn't too fast or too slow, but now he squeezes Joel's ass with his free hand, straightening up, letting his husband's cock slip free of his hand so he can grip Joel's waist, and thrusting harder into him, as deeply as he can manage, the sound of skin against skin echoing off the walls of the library.
Spencer had never felt so physically good in his life, of that he's certain. He watches with parted lips as he eases his cock nearly all the way out of Joel's ass before slamming into him again, a choked sob escaping him as he feels that familiar hear forming in his belly, the one that tells him just how close to losing himself he really is, but it's not himself that he's concerned about. He'd made promises for how this is going to end, and he's going to keep them. He quickens his pace, the force behind his thrusts still just as strong as he brings his hand down hard on Joel's ass, the sound of the smack loud enough to sound suspect from outside the room, but it doesn't matter. His fingers brush gently over the reddening skin on Joel's cheek, and he lets out a low moan.
"Fucking hell," he says, the words coming out in a near growl, "I'm going to come, baby, I'm going to-- god, you feel so perfect, you're so tight and perfect, I--" A deep shudder runs through him then, a sharp tingle rushing down his spine, and he can't help it, he's coming so suddenly that it nearly knocks him off his feet. Joel's muscles are clenched so tightly around him, and he doesn't want this to end but at the same time, he knows how incredible it will be to look up at watch Joel's face as he comes.
He falls back to his knees once he's pulled out, his cock still so hard and sensitive, and groans as he leans forward to spread Joel's ass. "Tell me, Joel," he says, gasping for breath that just won't catch, you have to tell me when. I need to see you when you-- I need to see you, I need to taste you." He leans forward then to press his tongue back into his husband's ass, pushing it in and out, feeling a bit like he might have gone out of his mind as the taste of his own come hits him.
He'd wanted to make this evening unforgettable for both of them, to debauch Joel thoroughly, and Spencer thinks that by the time they're through, they'll be able to agree that he's done a rather good job of it.
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As he drives himself deeper, Spencer has to bite down hard on his lip to keep himself from choking out the sob building in his throat, the one that exists because of the incredible things his husband is saying to him. Joel doesn't often speak this much when they're having sex, they both know the words aren't necessary because they'll always love each other, they'll always know without a doubt that their hearts and bodies and souls are only for each other, they'll always share so many things that nobody else in this world will ever know about or understand because it's just for them, so much of their lives are just for them; but to hear this outburst of verbal emotion from Joel affects him more than Spencer could ever hope to express.
He can't see Joel's face but hearing his voice helps keep him grounded, and he reaches around Joel's waist to take his cock in hand as he murmurs softly into his ear, "I love you, baby, I love you so much. Every single day with every last piece of me, I'll always love you." He alternates thrusts and strokes, wanting Joel to feel incredible during each second of their intimacy, and he briefly thinks that they likely wouldn't even have needed the music because there's something so intense about this time in particular that neither of them seem to be able to be doing much more than gasp. The rhythm they've developed has been steady, a perfect pace that isn't too fast or too slow, but now he squeezes Joel's ass with his free hand, straightening up, letting his husband's cock slip free of his hand so he can grip Joel's waist, and thrusting harder into him, as deeply as he can manage, the sound of skin against skin echoing off the walls of the library.
Spencer had never felt so physically good in his life, of that he's certain. He watches with parted lips as he eases his cock nearly all the way out of Joel's ass before slamming into him again, a choked sob escaping him as he feels that familiar hear forming in his belly, the one that tells him just how close to losing himself he really is, but it's not himself that he's concerned about. He'd made promises for how this is going to end, and he's going to keep them. He quickens his pace, the force behind his thrusts still just as strong as he brings his hand down hard on Joel's ass, the sound of the smack loud enough to sound suspect from outside the room, but it doesn't matter. His fingers brush gently over the reddening skin on Joel's cheek, and he lets out a low moan.
"Fucking hell," he says, the words coming out in a near growl, "I'm going to come, baby, I'm going to-- god, you feel so perfect, you're so tight and perfect, I--" A deep shudder runs through him then, a sharp tingle rushing down his spine, and he can't help it, he's coming so suddenly that it nearly knocks him off his feet. Joel's muscles are clenched so tightly around him, and he doesn't want this to end but at the same time, he knows how incredible it will be to look up at watch Joel's face as he comes.
He falls back to his knees once he's pulled out, his cock still so hard and sensitive, and groans as he leans forward to spread Joel's ass. "Tell me, Joel," he says, gasping for breath that just won't catch, you have to tell me when. I need to see you when you-- I need to see you, I need to taste you." He leans forward then to press his tongue back into his husband's ass, pushing it in and out, feeling a bit like he might have gone out of his mind as the taste of his own come hits him.
He'd wanted to make this evening unforgettable for both of them, to debauch Joel thoroughly, and Spencer thinks that by the time they're through, they'll be able to agree that he's done a rather good job of it.