The smack of Spencer's hand against his ass is so unexpected that for a moment Joel is certain he's going to come from that alone. Spencer is still fucking him, still stroking him and then there's that sudden sting against his skin and he gives a choked off moan and squeezes his eyes shut as he tries desperately to hang on for just a little while longer. He wants Spencer to come first, he wants to feel his husband coming inside him and then he can hear Spencer's voice, the roughness of it, and he knows what's coming. There's just a second where he wishes he could see Spencer's face, but he can imagine it. The way Spencer's body shudders, the way it feels when he's suddenly coming inside Joel, it's all become so familiar to him over the past year and when he closes his eyes and concentrates on how incredible everything feels, he realizes he can picture exactly what Spencer's face must look like. The sounds he's making are amazing, the way he's speaking, the feel of his heat suddenly inside Joel's body, it's all so overwhelming and he bites back a shuddering moan of his own.
And just when he thinks he can't possibly feel any better than he does now, Spencer is pulling out of him and pressing his tongue back into his ass and the only thing Joel can think of is that he has to be able to taste himself. If not for the desk under him, he would collapse right on the floor at the thought and it sends a bolt of heat straight through his body, down his spine and into his cock. There's nothing in the world he could ever imagine even half as incredible as his own husband and the sound he makes, his cheek pressed hard against the desk, is awfully close to a sob. His eyes are squeezed shut tight, he can feel the cool wood of the desk against his skin and his fingers curl over the edge, his knuckles white with pressure. Spencer has just fucked him, come inside him, and is fucking him with his tongue again, and Joel's entire body shakes with pleasure and joy alike. He wants to never share this with anyone, he wants to keep this to himself and yet there's a small part of him that wants to brag, that wants to tell everyone they're never going to have this because they're never going to have Spencer.
This is his. Every last part of this is his. It's theirs and that makes it so much more important and special than anything else he's ever been able to imagine for his life.
He's doing his best to keep his sounds to the bare minimum, only because they're not alone in the house, and he thinks they'd gotten fairly good at it during their time living with Raleigh. They've had practice, but they've also been on their own for a long enough time now that he's already adjusted to their new level of privacy and it's a struggle now not to cry out. Especially given how good Spencer is making him feel. His hands tighten on the desk and he bites down hard on his lower lip, hard enough that he can feel the indentation his teeth have left behind when he soothes his tongue over it a second later. He feels like he's losing his mind, though only in the best possible way, and another deep shudder runs through his body as Spencer fucks him, sweeps his tongue over his ass and then presses inside him again.
"Spencer, god, I'm..." He's supposed to tell him when he's going to come, he knows what Spencer wants to do and he wants to be able to tell him, but for a second it feels like he's completely lost the ability to speak all over again. His fingers are tingling, his hands and feet feel a little like they're going to go numb. All the blood has rushed to other areas of his body, his cock harder than he thinks it's ever been, his cheeks red from exertion and pleasure, and he digs his heels into the floor a little harder. "Holy shit, Spencer, I'm going to come, please, you... please." He knows what Spencer wants and he's doing his best to hold on longer for him, to make it last. It's a struggle, though, and Spencer is going to have to stop if he wants to be able to make this last much longer at all.
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And just when he thinks he can't possibly feel any better than he does now, Spencer is pulling out of him and pressing his tongue back into his ass and the only thing Joel can think of is that he has to be able to taste himself. If not for the desk under him, he would collapse right on the floor at the thought and it sends a bolt of heat straight through his body, down his spine and into his cock. There's nothing in the world he could ever imagine even half as incredible as his own husband and the sound he makes, his cheek pressed hard against the desk, is awfully close to a sob. His eyes are squeezed shut tight, he can feel the cool wood of the desk against his skin and his fingers curl over the edge, his knuckles white with pressure. Spencer has just fucked him, come inside him, and is fucking him with his tongue again, and Joel's entire body shakes with pleasure and joy alike. He wants to never share this with anyone, he wants to keep this to himself and yet there's a small part of him that wants to brag, that wants to tell everyone they're never going to have this because they're never going to have Spencer.
This is his. Every last part of this is his. It's theirs and that makes it so much more important and special than anything else he's ever been able to imagine for his life.
He's doing his best to keep his sounds to the bare minimum, only because they're not alone in the house, and he thinks they'd gotten fairly good at it during their time living with Raleigh. They've had practice, but they've also been on their own for a long enough time now that he's already adjusted to their new level of privacy and it's a struggle now not to cry out. Especially given how good Spencer is making him feel. His hands tighten on the desk and he bites down hard on his lower lip, hard enough that he can feel the indentation his teeth have left behind when he soothes his tongue over it a second later. He feels like he's losing his mind, though only in the best possible way, and another deep shudder runs through his body as Spencer fucks him, sweeps his tongue over his ass and then presses inside him again.
"Spencer, god, I'm..." He's supposed to tell him when he's going to come, he knows what Spencer wants to do and he wants to be able to tell him, but for a second it feels like he's completely lost the ability to speak all over again. His fingers are tingling, his hands and feet feel a little like they're going to go numb. All the blood has rushed to other areas of his body, his cock harder than he thinks it's ever been, his cheeks red from exertion and pleasure, and he digs his heels into the floor a little harder. "Holy shit, Spencer, I'm going to come, please, you... please." He knows what Spencer wants and he's doing his best to hold on longer for him, to make it last. It's a struggle, though, and Spencer is going to have to stop if he wants to be able to make this last much longer at all.