There's a part of him somewhere, some logical part deep down inside that knows it isn't possible for every single time Spencer touches him to be better than the last, but the rest of his brain is insisting it is. Every single time they're intimate, every time Spencer takes his cock into his mouth or slides his hand over his balls or glides his tongue over Joel's skin, it's better than the time before. Every time they're able to spend time alone together, though, Joel thinks he falls in love with Spencer just a little bit more. He would have thought it impossible to actually fall more in love with a person every passing day, but it turns out it's not. Every morning he wakes up with Spencer, turns toward him, and realizes every feeling he has for his husband, every emotion Spencer inspires in him has increased even further and it doesn't even surprise him at all anymore. Falling more in love is just part of his life now, his feelings are only deepened further every time Spencer looks at him from across the store or pauses just to give him a kiss, and that's why he thinks it isn't so impossible for their sex life to improve every single time they're intimate. With every day that passes, Spencer comes to know him better. With every moment they spend together, they just fall deeper in love. With every touch, with every kiss, every moment of their lives together, it gets better and Joel trusts that it'll only go on from here. Not a day will go by that he isn't terribly aware of how lucky he is.
There's absolutely no hope of him being able to keep control over himself, not with Spencer touching him like he is. He's supporting his weight on the desk again, his fingers curled over the edge, holding on as tight as he possibly can. His feet are planted firmly against the floor, his knees locked, because he knows if he lets his muscles relax, he knows if he lets his joints unhinge he's just going to collapse on the floor in a heap. He never feels as good as he does when Spencer is touching him and he gasps, his gaze darting from the wall, to the ceiling, then down to where Spencer's lips are stretched around his cock. Somehow he manages to uncurl one hand from the edge of his desk and he buries his shaking fingers in Spencer's hair. His muscles don't seem to be obeying him, he doesn't think he could thrust deeper into Spencer's mouth if he tried, but he doesn't need to. His husband is doing everything exactly as Joel loves it and he groans again, something that might be Spencer's name falling from his lip as he stares down at him. The thought comes to him again out of nowhere how much he loves this, how much he loves to just look at Spencer like this, how good he feels because no one has ever loved him the way Spencer does. No one has ever touched him like this, taken care of him, gone so far out of their way to make him feel good, and he gives a choked off sob as Spencer manages to somehow take him deeper still and for a second the edges of his vision begin to go grey.
He feels like he's been on the verge of coming forever now and his hips twitch forward once before his breath catches in his throat and then it's suddenly coming upon him without the slightest warning. There are words, a warning, he wants to tell Spencer to expect it, but it just happens, the warm wave of pleasure washing over him as his hand tightens in Spencer's hair. "Oh... god," he manages in a choked off moan as another bolt of pleasure goes through him and for a second he's worried his knees might just let go despite his best efforts. He manages to hold himself up, his eyes squeezed shut tight, his head tipped back as he comes, as he feels Spencer's mouth and tongue still working around him, and he's shivering with exertion now, practically trembling with it as he groans and pants and tries to say Spencer's name, but his ability to make words still doesn't extend quite that far.
The hand on the desk is gripping it so tight that his fingers hurt, but he only notices after a few moments of trying to catch his breath and when he releases the grip he has on the edge all his knuckles crack. Somehow he manages a laugh, a breathless, wrung out sound, and then his head tips forward so he can look down at Spencer still on his knees on the floor. His fingers loosen in his hair, brush it back from his face, rub lightly against his scalp as he tries to convey with just a touch how much he loves his husband. Words are still beyond him and he laughs again and shakes his head, then realizes he's about to collapse, no matter how badly he wants to remain standing. His knees just sort of let go and Joel shivers again, then lets himself slide down the surface of the desk until he's sitting on the floor, his legs on either side of Spencer's body.
Reaching for his husband, he runs both his hands through Spencer's hair. They're shaking, he's shaking all over, but he's smiling at the same time and he still can't quite speak, but he thinks when he kisses Spencer it communicates what he's feeling well enough. Just how happy he is, how good he feels, and how much, how deeply and desperately he loves him.
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There's absolutely no hope of him being able to keep control over himself, not with Spencer touching him like he is. He's supporting his weight on the desk again, his fingers curled over the edge, holding on as tight as he possibly can. His feet are planted firmly against the floor, his knees locked, because he knows if he lets his muscles relax, he knows if he lets his joints unhinge he's just going to collapse on the floor in a heap. He never feels as good as he does when Spencer is touching him and he gasps, his gaze darting from the wall, to the ceiling, then down to where Spencer's lips are stretched around his cock. Somehow he manages to uncurl one hand from the edge of his desk and he buries his shaking fingers in Spencer's hair. His muscles don't seem to be obeying him, he doesn't think he could thrust deeper into Spencer's mouth if he tried, but he doesn't need to. His husband is doing everything exactly as Joel loves it and he groans again, something that might be Spencer's name falling from his lip as he stares down at him. The thought comes to him again out of nowhere how much he loves this, how much he loves to just look at Spencer like this, how good he feels because no one has ever loved him the way Spencer does. No one has ever touched him like this, taken care of him, gone so far out of their way to make him feel good, and he gives a choked off sob as Spencer manages to somehow take him deeper still and for a second the edges of his vision begin to go grey.
He feels like he's been on the verge of coming forever now and his hips twitch forward once before his breath catches in his throat and then it's suddenly coming upon him without the slightest warning. There are words, a warning, he wants to tell Spencer to expect it, but it just happens, the warm wave of pleasure washing over him as his hand tightens in Spencer's hair. "Oh... god," he manages in a choked off moan as another bolt of pleasure goes through him and for a second he's worried his knees might just let go despite his best efforts. He manages to hold himself up, his eyes squeezed shut tight, his head tipped back as he comes, as he feels Spencer's mouth and tongue still working around him, and he's shivering with exertion now, practically trembling with it as he groans and pants and tries to say Spencer's name, but his ability to make words still doesn't extend quite that far.
The hand on the desk is gripping it so tight that his fingers hurt, but he only notices after a few moments of trying to catch his breath and when he releases the grip he has on the edge all his knuckles crack. Somehow he manages a laugh, a breathless, wrung out sound, and then his head tips forward so he can look down at Spencer still on his knees on the floor. His fingers loosen in his hair, brush it back from his face, rub lightly against his scalp as he tries to convey with just a touch how much he loves his husband. Words are still beyond him and he laughs again and shakes his head, then realizes he's about to collapse, no matter how badly he wants to remain standing. His knees just sort of let go and Joel shivers again, then lets himself slide down the surface of the desk until he's sitting on the floor, his legs on either side of Spencer's body.
Reaching for his husband, he runs both his hands through Spencer's hair. They're shaking, he's shaking all over, but he's smiling at the same time and he still can't quite speak, but he thinks when he kisses Spencer it communicates what he's feeling well enough. Just how happy he is, how good he feels, and how much, how deeply and desperately he loves him.