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[Open - Gathering - Baby Shower]

They're actually having a baby shower.

Joel is fairly certain his mother wouldn't have let them get away without something, even if he had insisted it be small and consist only of family, but for some reason he and Spencer have allowed themselves to be talked into a real shower. With invitations and food and little baby themed games to play. It's sort of strange, looking at it from his position, given that Erin is the one who's going to be giving birth and therefore is the one in the glowing pregnant woman position at this entire gathering.

She'd sweetly agreed to attend and had even whispered to Joel that she would take the brunt of the attention if she could manage it. He had whispered back that he knew they had picked her for a good reason.

But here they are. Several weeks have passed, the invitations have gone out and the decorations have been put up all over Joel and Spencer's living room. He had agreed to lift the enchantments on the house for the extent of the party, which means that anyone can open the door to their guests, they don't all have to be invited in by either Joel or Spencer, and it makes him a little nervous, but he understands the usefulness of others being able to answer the door. At least for today.

It's the decorations that keep getting to him. Sweet little ducks and zebras and monkeys, little jungle animals all over the walls. The bottle and rattle shaped cookies are pretty cute, but those aren't going to be left when the baby gets here. The animal theme, though, is fairly close to the nearly finished nursery Joel has been working on upstairs and he can't help but grin at the decorations.

Spencer, on the other hand, can't stop coming back round to the center of the living room to stare at the enormous sign that's been strung up above a table already stacked with gifts when a majority of their guests haven't even arrived yet. He'd been worried this morning that the day would overwhelm him, that knowing so many people would be coming into their home would be daunting when just a year ago, he'd never even once invited company over before meeting Joel; but so far, he feels calm, in spite of having had to watch Joel remove the enchantments that act as their security on the house. If someone wishes to crash a baby shower--which he doesn't imagine will happen anyway--then they'll have to face not only the wrath of a room that will be filled with witches and sirens, but the wrath of his mother- and sister-in-law, as well. That's not a sight Spencer thinks would be very pretty to witness.

Still, he feels light, perhaps a lingering effect of the having the chance to fall in love with Joel a second time during the spell that had taken over the town. Certainly, a great deal of his contentment has to do with the fact that he won't have to worry about losing his husband in a crowd but even beyond that, he's excited.

So much has changed in the course of the past year and weeks from now, they'll be holding their newborn in their arms for the very first time without another care in the world but for who they've been looking forward to meeting since they'd decided to take this journey together. There's something a bit strange about realizing that it's all coming to a head, that the waiting will soon be over and they'll be fathers at last, but when the first knock on the door comes, Spencer can't help but smile.

[Baby shower for Joel and Spencer's wee one. Erin, their surrogate, is present and is currently 31 weeks pregnant. If you're even a little friendly with either of them, Joel's mother sent an invitation, but the enchantments have been taken off the house for the event and so it's not an impossible party to crash. If anyone wants to crash a baby shower...]

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"I think they already know what I do to you, given how often the store it closed for long lunches," Joel points out with a bright grin. He's always so proud of himself when he makes comments that border on suggestive in such a manner and he knows he's nowhere near as good at them as Spencer is, but every once in awhile he manages to make one that sounds almost natural coming out of him. So he's grinning, pleased with himself, but he's taken a step back, too, giving his body the space it needs to stop responding so favourably to Spencer's mere presence. It's probably best for him to actually leave the room and go stand alone in the hall for a moment, but he doesn't want to just abandon his husband and so he wanders the perimeter of the library, pretends to look at books and then, when he feels like they've both had enough time to deal with themselves, he reaches his hand out toward Spencer and then nods toward the door. "Ready?" he asks.

The rest of the party really isn't at all difficult. They open gifts, the two of them and Erin, and people seem to generally be having a good time. Joel is stunned by the generosity of their friends, the sheer number of wonderful gifts people have given to their baby and the fact that so many people brought things for Erin, too, hasn't gone unnoticed. Joel has never really enjoyed a party before and he's never enjoyed being the centre of attention, but this party and being able to share the attention with Spencer has made it all a lot easier. It's a good afternoon and if anyone has really noticed that the two of them disappeared for a significant period of time, they don't say anything. Not that Joel would feel guilty about it even if someone did point it out, but it's nice to know their friends are discrete enough to give the two of them a few minutes away from a party without comment.

And he's surprised by how quickly the rest of the afternoon goes. It doesn't seem like it's that long before people are leaving and Joel is cataloguing the gifts so that he knows who gave them what and what they'll be writing on the thank you cards. During the unwrapping, Ellie had written down the gift on every card, so it doesn't look like it's going to be much work and Joel is thankful for that, too. He never would have thought to do something like that in the moment and he's grateful his mother has been so on top of things right from the beginning. She's been waiting for something like this, though, she's been waiting for her first grandchild and since Joel had taken her first child's wedding away from her, he's been more than happy to leave this in her very capable hands.

It's as he's cleaning up dishes that Ellie takes them from him and nudges him away. "Out of the kitchen," she says. "You and Spencer had a big day, I'm sure Charlotte and I can take care of the dishes. Go find your husband."

That's as much permission as Joel needs and he kisses his mother's cheek before he returns to the living room to find Spencer carefully making piles of the gifts. "Hey," he says, sliding his hand against Spencer's lower back before he hooks his fingers in one of his belt loops. "We've been given permission to leave the clean up to my mom and sister, which I'm sure Charlotte is going to be furious about, so we might want to escape while we have the chance."

He doesn't need to specifically go back to the library, but it would be a lie to say he hasn't been thinking about it since they had to leave it a few hours earlier. The problem with Spencer putting ideas into his head is that Joel tends to fixate on them and be unable to focus on anything else. He's done a fairly good job this afternoon, but now that they have the opportunity to be alone again, getting Spencer back into the library or their bedroom or anywhere private is really the only thing he's able to think about.

Spencer lifts his chin up in the air, purposely avoiding eye contact with Joel as he goes about his business, sorting onesies from books and toys and diapers as he catalogues each gift in his mind. Ellie has already made sure she writes down who had brought what gift, which is going to be incredibly helpful when they start writing their cards--rather, when Spencer writes the cards and forces Joel to sign his name to every single one--but even though they've already seen everything, he'd wanted to go through it all again. It's a nice reminder after their house has been thoroughly emptied of any lingering guests of just how many people care about them, support them in this enormous and life-altering decision they've made to become parents, and sorting the gifts into piles had been the only thing he could think to do in order to avoid bursting into an emotional fit of tears--the good kind, of course, but he still doesn't want to have to explain to his mother- and sister-in-law through hiccups that he's only sobbing because he's happy.

For a long time, he hadn't imagined he could ever be happy again. He's not even sure that he can say he'd ever been truly happy before last year, and it isn't that he'd been miserable but for the most part, his life has been quite ordinary. His mother and brother had been popular in the community, they'd had many friends and were so well-liked; but Spencer, he'd preferred staying at home where he wouldn't have to make small talk with people who likely wouldn't care what he had to say anyway. Dane's friends had been kind to him, for the most part--Coop included--but nearly all of them only spoke to him because they'd felt it impolite not to, and Spencer had never taken issue with that. He'd chosen a way for himself, and he didn't hold it against anyone else to let him continue on with it.

So to think that now, he has a husband who's been ready for a promised later so clearly eager to make Spencer deliver on the promises he'd made is as extraordinary as he could have imagined. He has an incredible life, one he wouldn't trade for anything, even after all the horrible things that have happened to lead him here. Joel makes him happier than he thinks he really deserves, treats him better than anyone, and Spencer's love for him surpasses anything he's ever felt before. This is true contentment, he thinks, this is the sort of relationship that people long for and envy because there's not even the slightest trace of doubt. Whatever arguments they might have are resolved within minutes, if that, and usually, they're more silly, teasing ones than anything serious.

How many versions of the same toy the baby really needs is one example, and Spencer holds up a Sophie that he'd placed an order on just yesterday with a snort. "I suppose I shouldn't have put this on the registry if I was just going to buy it myself, hmm?"

He sets the teether back down and finally turns to his husband with widening eyes, blinking innocently. "Oh, I'm sorry, did you say we've been given permission to leave? As if you'd want to take a single step away from all of this?" He gestures at the array of gifts that still need sorting, the decorations and plates and cups that have been left behind, and grins a bit devlishly as he trails a finger down his husband's chest and stops it right below his navel, tapping at the button of Joel's jeans. "I think I hear that libary calling for us again, don't you? Maybe we should turn on a bit of music. Have another glass of whiskey." He leans in for a kiss, a sweet one that speaks nothing of Spencer plans on doing to his husband as soon as they enter into the other room.

"And we'll have to make sure we lock that door."

There's probably a fair number of things they have as duplicates now -- even triplicates -- given how enthusiastic Spencer has been both about shopping for their child and maintaining multiple registries. But at the moment Joel couldn't care less about that. Tomorrow he'll go through everything, tomorrow he'll do the sorting and filing and piling that is required of him at the end of every week. He can't organize his store worth a damn, but he's organized in nearly every other aspect of his life, so going through all the baby supplies they've been given or purchased themselves isn't such a hardship. He actually kind of enjoys it in a weird way, it's something he and Spencer have come to laugh about and he's sure once their child is old enough to really understand the humour in it, they'll share the story with him or her. But this is all for tomorrow. These are the things he'll think about when they wake up in the morning. For now all he cares about is that they've been relieved from cleaning up duties and he is in dire need of dragging his husband right back into the library where they'd spent a lovely few minutes earlier in the afternoon.

"I'd like to take many steps away from all this," he says, giving Spencer's belt loop a gentle tug, though he doesn't think he's going to have to work that hard to convince him, not when Spencer is tapping at the button of his jeans and grinning at him like that. He just leans into the kiss and soft and sweet, but he knows what Spencer has in mind. He remembers every last word his husband had said to him in the library earlier and he's barely been able to stop thinking about them for longer than a few minutes. He knows they're grown men, he knows they're supposed to have gotten over this constant urge to just be naked together, but he hopes it never stops. It won't always be possible, he understands that well enough, but he never wants to not want this. There's no world in which he's not going to want Spencer and he grins as his husband says he can hear the library calling them. Nodding, Joel steps back and then turns so he can lead the way back down the hall.

In the kitchen as they pass, he can hear Charlotte complaining about having to clean up and Ellie telling her to be quiet, which only makes Joel grin and walk faster so they're not caught by his sister. He slips into the library and walks toward the stereo, because while they're going to lock the door and he's sure his mother is going to make sure they're not bothered for the rest of the night, he thinks it's probably only polite that they turn on some music. There are other people in the house right now, after all, and he knows they've gotten pretty used to being alone. It takes him just a moment to put something on, not one of his regular records, but something he knows both he and Spencer will enjoy, and then he's turning back to look at his husband with a grin.

"Did you lock the door?" he asks, walking across the library again and he already knows the answer even as he reaches Spencer and pushes him back against it lightly. Even when he's feeling especially aggressive, even when he wants nothing more than to strip Spencer down and do anything he wants, there's always a gentleness about the way he touches his husband. They can be rough with each other, they're more than capable, but every tighter grip is followed by a soothing hand. Every bite is followed by a kiss. And now, when he shoves Spencer against the door, it's with a gentle hand that he holds onto his hips because as much as he's acting as if he's the one in charge, he knows he isn't. Spencer had made it very clear what he wants and Joel is more than willing to hand over every last bit of power he might ever hope to have.

"Because I remember what you said," he murmurs, leaning in to ghost his lips over Spencer's. "I remember that you want to undress me and then bend me over the desk. It sounded like a promise and it would be terrible of you to start breaking promises now, wouldn't it?"

Spencer hums his agreement, sliding his hands teasingly under the hem of Joel's shirt so he can brush his fingers lightly against his skin, unable to hold back a satisfied smile when he feels the goosebumps rising. Any reaction he can get out of Joel is a good one in Spencer's book and though he always loves to find new ways to make Joel moan with a well-placed lick or touch or bite, he loves, too, that he already knows exactly where to do all those things to make his husband crazy. They've learned each others' bodies quite thoroughly over the course of the past year, and Spencer can't fathom how anyone could say that sex with the same person could possibly get boring because in what possible world could it be boring to share a bed with someone who has perfected how to make him come?

Then again, Spencer does admittedly see the problem that anyone who says that has: they don't have a partner in Joel, nor will they ever because Spencer has no plans whatsoever to let sharing become a part of their sex life. Maybe some people need to add a little spice to their physical relationship, Spencer spares no judgment for that; but he knows what he likes--what he loves--and who he wants in bed and inside of him, and all those things include nobody but Joel. His husband has told him about Coop's occasional teasing about threesomes, and it would have made Spencer terribly uncomfortable if the comments had come from anyone else but at the very least, he knows Coop means no harm behind it. Maybe in the world under that spell, he had; but the Coop he knows, the Coop who had been one of his brother's closest friends, would never do purposely say something like that to make someone squirm with anything other than mild, good-natured annoyance.

Still, that doesn't mean that once in awhile, he likes to pretend like they need to remind each other that they belong to each other. Nobody in the world will ever get to see Joel's body the way he does again, and Spencer revels in that. It pleases him to know that the things they do behind closed doors are only ever for them because most certainly, Spencer would never have been able to say a great majority of the things he's said to Joel since they'd started having sex to anyone else. It's this man in particular who brings out this side of him, this possessive side that makes him so hungry for his husband, so lustful, and a low, rough moan sounds from his throat as he moves his hands up over Joel's chest, his thumbs brushing over Joel's nipples.

"Doors are locked," he confirms, "and I'm pretty sure the ring on my finger is a symbol of a vow I made to never break a promise to you. It'd be very rude of me, indeed, if I were to tell you I'd do something and then go back on my word." He lowers his hands again, curling his fingers over the material of Joel's shirt before swiftly pulling it over his husband's head and tossing it aside with a crooked smirk. "So I'll undress you." He reaches for Joel's hands, tugging him back over to the liquor cabinet where the bottle of whiskey and their glasses are still set out from earlier. "I'll bend you over that desk. I'll do everything I said until you're competing with the volume of that music."

He tilts his head, still smirking as he releases one of Joel's hands to reach for the bottle, uncapping it and pouring whiskey into one of the glasses as he uses his other hand to palm at Joel's hardening cock through his jeans. He's not in a rush, at least not really, but he's been anticipating this throughout the remainder of the shower so if he doesn't take it slow, he thinks Joel will forgive him. "We're going to taste this whiskey before we taste each other," he says, pouring the amber liquid into the other glass before handing one to his husband. "That's enough to cheers to, isn't it? Salud."

Joel isn't sure how he's supposed to do much of anything when Spencer is so calmly and casually pouring them both drinks, all the while rubbing his palm against Joel's cock. His entire body trembles and for a second he feels almost faint, but then Spencer is handing a glass of whiskey to him and Joel takes it without much thought, lifting it in silent agreement to Spencer's words, knowing if he tries to speak now the only thing likely to come out is a string of half-formed words and desperate little moans. It wouldn't surprise Spencer at all, not after all this time, not knowing what he does about how quickly his words and actions and even his looks affect Joel, but he still would like to feel some of his pride for at least another minute or two. It won't last much longer than that, he's sure, not given the things Spencer has promised him, not with the way his hand is rubbing against him, and it takes Joel two attempts to actually raise the glass to his lips to take a sip. Instead of taking his time, he pauses, then tilts the glass back the rest of the way, swallowing down the shot of whiskey in one go. It leaves a trail of warmth down his throat, blooming in his belly, and when he reaches out to set the glass down again he thinks his hand might be a little bit steadier.

Then again, he may just be imagining things.

"That's more than enough," he breathes, finally able to answer Spencer's earlier question and he's pleased that the words actually come out of his mouth sounding like they're supposed to. His hips press forward, seeking more of Spencer's touch and his fingers twitch a little. He wants to touch Spencer, but there's something he likes about this, standing here in the library, his shirt off, his hands by his side, his husband rubbing against his cock while he drinks his whiskey. It makes Joel feel a little vulnerable, a little bit like Spencer could turn demanding and the only thing Joel would do is moan and obey. Anything he asked, anything he said, Joel would do it without question and so he just stands and waits, watching Spencer raise his own drink.

In just over two months they're not going to have as much time for things like this. He knows they'll find ways, they'll make time to be together, he knows there's nothing in the world that's going to stop him from reminding Spencer just how much they love each other and how well they work together, but he knows it'll be different, too. If they want an entire night alone, they'll have to make arrangements for someone to watch their baby. Their time together might be quick and hurried some days, able to happen only in the moments when they've finally gotten the baby down for a nap. Joel is certain they should be enjoying these last few months and he doesn't think anything is going to change so much that they won't still be happy and that they won't still love all their time together, but he knows it will change. He isn't afraid of that. He and Spencer are strong, they've been through so much together and this is the life they want. So he isn't afraid, but he does want to make the most of the time they have left before the baby arrives.

"Spencer," he murmurs and his hands twitch again. It's as long as he can manage without touching him and he lifts one hand, sliding his fingers under Spencer's shirt, across the warmth of his skin, and a long, shuddering sigh escapes him at the touch. His husband is so familiar, so perfect, and if he's ever wondered what it really means to come home, then this is it. Being able to touch Spencer in such a familiar way, being able to know every curve and dip and line of his skin over bone and muscle. He can trace the curve of Spencer's ribs and the bumps of his spine, the flats of his shoulder blades and the ridge of his collarbone and he knows every last detail.

Spencer is well aware of the fact that he could tell his husband to do absolutely anything right now and Joel would do it without question. He could tell Joel to undress himself, to stroke himself while Spencer watches, to get to his knees and beg for what Spencer has promised to do him; but the fact is, if Joel were to turn this around and demand all those things of him, Spencer would have no problem with it whatsoever. Both of them, he thinks, would like to believe that the other easily has more control but the truth--the better truth--is that they're always an equal footing, no matter what the circumstances. There's trust between them that Spencer couldn't even properly explain to anyone because it's a bit difficult to be willing to say to a friend that he's so in love with this man that even when Joel fucks him a bit rougher than usual, even when there are faint, finger-shaped bruises left on his hips after they've made love, it's always incredibly enjoyable because there's no fear that either of them will go too far.

When Joel touches him, Spencer doesn't have to be able to see fingers against skin to know that they're sparking. He can feel it, like he does every single time they're intimate, there's a magic between them that has nothing to do with power or control. They're in harmony, just like they always are, they're not competing because there's nothing left to win when they already have each other. So yes, Spencer plans on fucking Joel very thoroughly this evening but that doesn't mean that he wants to make his husband feel like he's being used in any way.

"Come here, baby," he says, keeping his voice soft and low before finishing off his whiskey and setting the glass aside so he can tug his own shirt off. He slides his hands over the expanse of Joel's chest, leaning in to nip at his husband's collarbone and smooth over the spot with his tongue, trailing kisses up his neck and along the line of his jaw. He lowers his hands back down to Joel's pants again, undoing the jeans and pushing them down along with Joel's briefs until they're pooled around his husband's ankles, and Spencer looks down between them with an indecent moan at the familiar sight of Joel's hardened cock.

He wets his parted lips, glancing back up at Joel with a small, slightly bashful quirk of his lips as his cheeks flush with desire. "You," he says, reaching between them to take hold of Joel's cock, rubbing his thumb over the tip and delighting in the pre-come that's already pooling there, "are unbelievably sexy, Mr. Waters-Baker, were you aware of that? It's practically a crime." He reaches into his back pocket with his free hand, producing a small bottle that he displays with a suggestive raise of his eyebrows. "Remember when I stepped away to the restroom earlier? I came back prepared. But first..."

He pushes away from where they're standing, carefully guiding Joel backwards toward the desk on the other side of the room until he can lower him onto it. "First, I'm going to need to hear you beg." He sinks to his knees, keeping his eyes on Joel all the time before giving his husband's cock a slow stroke and leaning forward to take him into his mouth. He groans as he tastes him, sucking hard at the tip before taking him in further, all the way to the back of his throat and bobbing his head as he revels in the warmth and weight over his tongue.

This is his heavenly bliss, he thinks, being able to do this for his husband and knowing that by the end of this night, they'll both be so exhausted that they might give careful consideration to simply falling asleep on the library floor.

Sometimes the way Spencer looks at him still makes him squirm. Not necessarily out of embarrassment or discomfort, but because he can't quite believe someone this incredible is looking at him in that way. Like he's something spectacular, something out of the ordinary, something to be appreciated and cared for and loved. It doesn't surprise him anymore, it doesn't make him wonder if Spencer really means it, he trusts his husband more than he's ever trusted anyone and he knows that he's loved and wanted. But it still makes a shiver run through him, a trembling that goes down his spine and seems to drive straight into his cock, making his lips parts as a soft little moan escapes him. His cheeks flush when Spencer tells him he's sexy and he's never felt like he was, not until Spencer, but now he believes that, too. He believes Spencer thinks he's sexy anyway and that's really the only thing that matters. If he thinks so, Joel will never want for anything else. If Spencer always wants him, he'll be happy for the rest of his years.

Leaning back against the desk, Joel can already feel his breath quickening, his heart pounding as Spencer lowers himself to his knees. It's a sight he'll never tire of, watching the way Spencer's body folds as he slides down in front of Joel like this, and even before Spencer touches him he can feel anticipation running through him like electricity. He knows he doesn't have an extensive list of experience and it isn't as if he's ever spent any time comparing Spencer to the other people he's been with, but Joel knows for a fact that his husband is incredible at this. He doesn't need any other experience, he doesn't need comparisons, he's simply never felt as good as he does when he's with Spencer and he knows the fact that they love each other so much has a lot to do with it, that isn't everything. Spencer is simply good at this and when he takes Joel into his mouth, another groan escapes him as his head tips back and he stared wide-eyed up at the ceiling. It's a good thing he'd put the music a little louder than he might otherwise, because he's already aware that the sound he's making aren't exactly quiet.

"Spencer," he breathes as his fingers curl over the edge of the desk. It's solid behind him, there to support his weight, and he's suddenly extremely grateful for it because his legs are shaking and he thinks if he were to try to move they might already just give out on him. This is what Spencer does to him. Within moments he's completely undone Joel, sent him skittering toward the edge, and he has to close his eyes and squeeze the edge of the desk tightly to regain some of his composure. They certainly have all night and given how badly he wants Spencer to be the one fucking him it won't be the end of the world if he comes too soon, but he wants to enjoy this, too. He's been thinking about this all day and he wants nothing more than to make it all last as long as he possibly can. Which means thinking about things other than the incredible blowjob his husband is currently giving him. The order coming into the store tomorrow. Balancing their books. What he's going to make for lunch.

But then Spencer does something with tongue in combination with his hand and Joel's eyes fly open as he stares down at his husband. One hand comes up off the desk and his fingers thread through Spencer's hair, not guiding him, not forcing him, just holding onto him rather desperately. His hips roll and it's slow, a little tentative, waiting for Spencer to let him know what's okay and what's too much. They've learned to communicate in so many different ways that Joel is confident they don't need words now. He doesn't need to ask if something is okay because Spencer will let him know even if he doesn't say.

He looks down at Spencer and has to bite down hard on his lower lip just at the sight of his husband there on his knees. Joel's cock is in his mouth, his lips stretched around him and he practically whimpers, feeling heat coursing through him, his cock twitching and growing harder still. Being able to see Spencer is the thing he loves most, being able to watch him, and he shakes his head, utterly speechless, as he rolls his hips again.

God, he loves this. Feeling Joel grow harder in his mouth, parting his lips wider and making eye contact with him to let him know that everything is fine, everything is perfect, Spencer loves it all. He dips his head further down, a show of encouragement that Joel should be comfortable rolling his hips as much as he'd like because Spencer can take it, he'll take Joel's cock as far down his throat as he can if it means it'll make his husband watch him like that, say his name like that, moan like that. He knows that nobody would expect this kind of behavior out of them, nobody would guess that what they do in their private life would be anything but purely vanilla, but Spencer kind of likes the idea of being able to prove them wrong, even if they don't know it.

He could do this all day, suck his husband until Joel's orgasmed, until he feels the warm rush of come down his throat, and Spencer craves it, he truly does. But he's saving that for the end, he reminds himself, because he'd spelled out exactly what he wants to do for his husband tonight, and it wouldn't do to deviate from the plan now.

"Turn around," he murmurs, but he's the one guiding Joel, he's the one gripping Joel's hips to do what he's just said and sliding one hand up to the small of his back so he can push down slightly to bend his husband over the desk like he's been wanting to do for hours now. He'd almost been angry at their guests, which is ridiculous but true, for being the very reason why he'd had to wait to give his husband all of himself, to make Joel feel like this when some days, it's all he can think about. Some days, there isn't a thing Joel could do that could keep Spencer from being aroused, from the way he drinks his coffee to the way his brow knits in concentration when he does his inventory ordering on his laptop without his glasses on. Spencer can list a thousand different everyday things Joel does that turns him ona and even still, that list wouldn't be complete.

Now, he's tracing the curve of Joel's ass with his hands, and he wishes he could see his husband's face right now but this is what he's promised and so this is what he's going to do. He can't deny that he's slightly nervous, he hasn't done this to Joel before and while Joel is exceptionally skilled at it, Spencer isn't as certan about his own abilities. Still, he's admittedly learned from the best, so he leans forward to press a kiss to Joel's thigh, smiling softly at the way his husband seems to tremble beneath him, and Spencer wants so badly just to be able to fuck him right now but he can wait. He can be patient because this isn't about what he wants right now, it's about making sure that Joel enjoys this, that Joel feels good. That's all Spencer ever wants when they're intimate.

He swallows hard before lowering both hands back to Joel's hand, spreading him slightly and letting his lips part with a soft gasp of arousal as his cock strains against the constraint of his pants. It's better this way, he thinks, keeping himself still tucked away because otherwise, he might just lose control and reach down to touch himself before he can do what he's really looking forward to doing most. They have an incredible sex life, they fall into bed together often because no matter what, neither of them seem willing to keep their hands off each other for very long; but for the most part, Joel is the one on top, the one fucking Spencer into the mattress until they're both so spent that there's nothing left to do but lie together in a tangle of limbs until they fall asleep still sticky and sweaty and smelling of sex.

It isn't that they need an occasion to switch like this, but it's just the way it'd turned out between them, and Spencer doesn't think either of them have any complaints about that. Still, he loves the sessions when he gets to be the one slowly pushing into his husband's tigth warmth, and it makes his cock twitch again just from the anticipation of it. Right now, though, there's a different task at hand, and he's taking it very seriously. "I love you so much," he murmurs, Joel's ass still spread for him as he wets his lips before swipes his tongue against that ring of muscle, pulling back slightly just to get a sense of his husband's reaction. For all he knows, Joel might not enjoy it as much as Spencer absolutely loves having Joel's tongue inside him, and he'll gladly make the switch to lube and fingers if that's what he wants; but he doesn't hear any opposition so he smiles before slowly circling his tongue over Joel's ass, groaning as he feels his stomach doing somersaults over how utterly perfect this is.

He's wanted to try it for a long time, just because he knows how much he enjoys it himself, and he lets one hand fall between Joel's legs so he can stroke his cock as he pushes his tongue inside him for the very first time.

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.

Spencer remembers all too well what he'd felt the first time Joel had done this for him. It'd been experimental for them both at the time, they'd only been having sex for a few weeks at that point, but there'd already been enough trust between them to take their physical relationship another step further. He remembers the sheer surprise he'd felt at how good it had been to have Joel's tongue pushing inside of him, how he couldn't stop himself from reaching between his legs to stroke his cock like he so desperately wants to do right now. He remembers the thrill of Joel doing that to him on the couch in the store with people surely walking past them on the other side of the window, oblivious to just how wrecked Spencer had been within mere minutes. The same sort of thrill exists here, too, with Charlotte and Ellie just a couple rooms over in the kitchen and even with the music playing, there's the chance that at a certain point, he and Joel might just forget themselves and be loud enough to be heard.

But none of that matters to him. All he wants to do is make sure his husband feels incredible tonight because even though their first time together--Spencer's first time ever--under the spell had been mind-blowingly fantastic, they'd gone thirteen days before that without any sex at all. The fact that this is a problem for him is almost worth laughing at because a year ago, he hadn't thought twice about not having had sex in over a decade; but he and Joel don't often go very long between sessions, and Spencer knows that two weeks maybe doesn't sound that long but he can't deny that he doesn't take issue with it. It's not even just the physical part of it because as a merman-turned-human, he hadn't known the difference between having sex and not having it. What makes him so adamant about this now is that he'd come so close to being without his husband at all and that both scares and angers him.

He doesn't want to dwell on it, and it's not as if he'd needed a reason to appreciate his husband that much more, but he wants to be able to show it. Fucking his husband like this seems to be a good way to start, and he lets out a ragged moan as he buries his tongue deeper in Joel's ass. Being on the receiving end of this is unspeakably amazing, one of his favorite things Joel does to him in the bedroom--or out of it--but being the one to do it, knowing that he's the reason Joel is practically gasping to catch his breath and cursing and begging, there's just no way to explain how turned on he is by it all.

There's no way to speak right now, and he certainly has no plans to move away to do that because pressing his tongue in and out of his husband, feeling the way Joel tenses and relaxes around him, it's making him hard enough that he's not even sure he could form words if he tried. Instead, he gropes for the bottle of lube that he'd brought over with him, masterfully flipping the cap up with one hand before having no choice but to release Joel's cock so he can coat his fingers with the lube. He's not sure how this is going to work, he's only ever fucked Joel with his fingers while simultaneously sucking his cock, but it's Spencer's hope that his plan will go smoothly enough.

With the slightest bit of hesitation, he pulls back just enough that his tongue is only grazing Joel's ass, and he lets out a breathless sigh as his gaze travels up the length of his husband's body. "God, baby, you look so good right now," he murmurs, nipping lightly at skin before circling Joel's ass with a finger. It's been awhile since they've done it this way, with Spencer being the one to enter him, so he's as careful as Joel still is with him, gently pushing that first finger in while making sure he's watching for any indication of pain. When he doesn't hear any resistance, he pushes it in further, sliding his finger slowly in and out, mesermized by the sight of it. His husband is perfect, he thinks, there's nobody in this world that could possibly be more beautiful or built any better than this. As soon as his finger is pushing into Joel with ease, he adds a second, letting Joel adjust for a moment until spreading them, scissoring them, and it's then that he shifts so that he can push his tongue back in.

He plans on taking care of Joel tonight, in every possible way, this man he loves so much and wants nothing more than to make happy. This entire day had been in celebration of what's to come, of their beautiful future together with a baby that will only expand their hearts with love; but right now, he wants to focus on the present, on this moment, because he knows that when the baby does arrive, they won't have much time to hide away in the library like this. They need to take advantage of their time alone together while they can, and it's not that he's worried their passion for each other will fade or that their relationship will suffer, not at all. It's just that if they have the chance, Spencer has no intention of letting it pass them by.

There's some part of Joel's brain that has just stopped working, he's certain of that. Spencer is fucking him with his tongue, licking and kissing and smoothing over the skin of his ass, and Joel knows he's done this for Spencer, he's even seen videos of men doing it to each other, but he'd simply had no idea how good it would really feel. It shouldn't surprise him, he's had Spencer's fingers inside him before, he's had Spencer fucking him, he's done this for Spencer and sees the way he reacts, but it still seems like nothing he's seen or felt comes even remotely close to this and if he were asked to describe it later, he knows he wouldn't be able to. That's the part of his brain that's shut down and left him just rolling his hips back, seeking more of this pleasure. It feels like his skin is on fire wherever Spencer is touching him and he's sure he's flushed all over, his skin warm and pink. There's sweat prickling his scalp and across his shoulders, but he knows it can't possibly be that warm in this room. It's the largest room in their house, the hardest to heat in the winter, he knows there's no chance it's too hot in here, but it feels like the air is heavy and thick, weighing down on him in a way that just drags another shiver and a groan from him.

The sound he makes when Spencer pulls back is a strangled, disappointed noise, and he discovers in that moment the part of his brain responsible for language is gone, too. All he can do is push back with a needy sound, but then he can feel Spencer's finger sliding into him, then he can feel two fingers, and his head drops back down to the desk with a soft thunk. He has his forehead pressed against the wood, his eyes squeezed shut and he's so grateful Spencer isn't paying too much attention to his cock, because he's certain if he were to touch him now, if he were to give a little more focus to stroking him, Joel would completely lose any hope of control within seconds. He's whimpering, trembling, and when he feels tongue in addition to Spencer's fingers, there's a very distinct moment in which Joel thinks his entire vision hast just gone grey and his hands grip the edge of the desk so hard that his knuckles have gone white.

His mouth works, his lips parting, and he thinks he's trying to form words, maybe even trying to say Spencer's name, but he just can't. Nothing comes out but another strangled sound and he finds himself wishing he could see this. He wants to know what they look like, he wants to see Spencer's face buried against his face, and another shuddering moan slides through him, his muscles growing tense as heat licks through his body. Spencer says he looks good and he doesn't even care of it's true because all he wants is to see how Spencer looks. He's willing to bet every last penny to his name that it's an incredible sight, that if he were to see it he would know without a doubt he's never seen anything so beautiful. His husband is perfect in every last way and while Joel knows he wouldn't change a single thing about this moment, not with how incredible he feels right now, he finds himself trying to picture it anyway. Because Spencer is beautiful.

Distantly he's aware of the fact that they're not alone in the house, but he doesn't think it matters much right now. While he's making sounds, while he's the furthest thing from quiet, most of what comes out of him right now is breathless and muted. There's not a chance he's carrying above the music at the moment, not when he can barely think straight enough to make a sound at all, and he presses back toward Spencer's fingers and his mouth, knowing it's only going to get better from here. Knowing soon enough his husband is going to be fucking him, pushing inside of him, making Joel feel like he's finally complete. It's the most right he's ever felt, having Spencer inside him or being the one pressing into Spencer's body. When they curl together, when their arms are around each other, when they're physically connected, that's when Joel feels like he's found the one place in the world he's meant to be, and while their relationship is so much more than just their sex life, he knows it's good that they've found this with each other. They have so much love, a connection he'd never even imagined, and it extends to every last part of their lives.

"Spencer," he finally manages to say, his voice shaking as he speaks. His eyes finally open and he finds he's staring down at the top of the desk, the woodgrain too close for it to be pulled into focus. There's so much going on inside him right now, so much more than he'll ever be able to make sense of, but what everything always boils down to is Spencer. Once again, it's just his husband who can make him feel this way, like every last part of him has been flayed open, spread wide for him. He's vulnerable and he's never been more safe all at once.

Shifting, his spreads his legs a little wider, planting his feet harder against the ground and he's willing to let Spencer do whatever he wants, but he's also willing to let his husband know how good he feels and how much more he wants from him. Everything about him is needy and desperate, the sounds he's making, the position he's put himself in, the way he arches toward Spencer hopefully. There's nothing about him that doesn't make it clear how desperately pleased he is right now and how badly he wants Spencer.

Nobody had ever told him it could be like this. Granted, Spencer had never asked but not even Dane, in the midst of all the stories he'd had to share about the girls he'd dated in high school, had thought it worth a mention that sex could be as incredible as Spencer has found it to be. The only explanation he can come up with for that is because Dane had never loved anyone the way Spencer and Joel love each other. His brother had dated many women, in high school and beyond, but as far as Spencer can recall, he'd never seen Dane talk about any one of them with the same spark in his eyes that he knows he gets himself when the subject of his husband comes up in casual conversation.

It isn't that Spencer is dismissive of any of the women Dane had been in relationships with, most of them had been quite lovely, save for the few who hadn't been willing to tolerate Spencer's introverted awkwardness--though now that he thinks about it, those were the relationships that had lasted the shortest amount of time--but for some reason that he still doesn't quite understand, his brother had never seemed particularly keen on settling down with any one of them. Spencer had never seen that as a problem, it matters very little to him whether people get married or start families or don't outside of his own personal life, but he'd always been a bit curious about why Dane would shy away from promising futures. Maybe it'd been seeing Coop back in town after a failed long-term relationship, maybe he'd thought himself too young, maybe he just hadn't wanted it at all; Spencer doesn't know, had never asked, and he regrets that. He regrets not asking more about it, not only because he misses his brother but because he thinks it would only help him to further understand just how he'd come to be so lucky with Joel.

He hadn't been looking for a future, either, after all. Neither of them really had, they'd both been content to stay, respectively, hidden away in the library and the bookshop, out of each other's way and the ways of everyone else in this town; but something had happened nearly a year ago to change all that. Whatever this column of energy is between them, Spencer wonders if it's slowly been building all this time, without their knowledge or understanding of how it works, only to be completed by the time they'd decided to spend the rest of their lives together. No matter what the cause, Spencer knows it's their emotional connection that makes the rest of what they do that much more incredible.

There isn't a single other person in this town, in this world, that he would be happy to do something like this for, get on his knees to fuck his tongue and fingers into someone's ass and prolonging the inevitable just because he likes to hear the sounds he can elicit. This isn't just someone, though, this is Joel. This is his husband, this is the only man--the only person--Spencer has ever loved, ever will love, will ever think to love. That's what makes this so special, and he knows it's different for everyone. He's not so haughty that he'd dare to say that his experience is superior to anyone else's but at the same time... He privately thinks it just might be.

He's seen the looks of envy they get sometimes when they walk down the street, hand-in-hand, looks that they get even from their own friends once in awhile. There's no doubt in his mind that the small social circle they keep would be scandalized to hear what goes on between them in their sex life, and that's satisfying somehow because Spencer knows what people think of him. If he's not a murderer, he's just the former librarian. He's the co-owner of a bookstore, a husband, a man who likes to keep to himself and to his family. But Joel has made him so much more than that. It's Joel who'd inspired him to find porn online, to say the kinds of things he'd never said to anyone else, to do this when the last person he'd had sex with would likely describe him as unskilled and unbearably boring.

All the exciting parts of his life, he owes to Joel, and it's easy to remember that when he's slipping a third finger into his husband, tonguing and fingering him for another agonizing couple of minutes while Joel rocks his hips back, searching for more, begging for more. It isn't until Spencer feels like he might just come in his pants with the arousal of watching Joel move and hearing Joel moan that he finally gives in. He cautiously pulls his fingers free before rushing to get to his feet so he can undo his pants, pushing them down past his ankles along with his briefs before reaching for the lube so he can slick himself well enough to ensure that he doesn't cause his husband any unnecessary pain.

"I can't wait to be inside you," he murmurs, his voice low and husky as he steps forward to align his cock with Joel's ass. Spencer leans forward, one hand trailing down his husband's spine as he presses kisses across the length of his shoulders, licking a line up the upper part of Joel's spine as his fingers brush down over his ass until he's gripping his own cock. He pauses for a moment, just to admire how utterly gorgeous Joel looks like this, bent over for him with his legs spread, and Spencer wishes that he could be watching his husband's expressions change because that's one of the things that he loves the most when they're making love. Still, he thinks as he gingerly guides his cock inside of his husband, this is incredible, too. Noticing the occasional ripple of muscle in Joel's shoulders, the shudders and trembling, knowing that right now, he's in control without the slightest desire to control... It all feels so unspeakably good.

"Joel," he groans as he presses deeper into Joel, deeper until he bottoms out, and Spencer drops his chin until his forehead is touching his husband's shoulder. His body is stiff from trying not to come right then and there, from how utterly tight Joel is, how it feels to have that ring of muscle moving around his cock, and he's drunk with love and arousal and a little bit of whiskey as he lets out a shaky moan before pulling halfway out and thrusting back into his husband's body.

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.

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.

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.

Spencer doesn't want to stop.

If he could have it his way, he'd keep this going all night, for as long as he's able, and maybe it's a bit perverse that he would want such a thing when he has two in-law family members cleaning up after a party thrown in their honor on the other side of this wall, but Spencer cares about absolutely nothing other than making sure that his husband feels incredible. There's something he likes about hearing Joel beg like that, actually pleading with Spencer as if he'd ever deny Joel anything he wants, and even though it's true that he'd be content to do this--fall to his knees and fuck his husband with his tongue--until sunrise, he also knows that the alternative will be just as satisfying for both of them.

It's with another few thrusts of his tongue that he pulls out again, biting down hard on the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning as loudly as he wants to as he runs his hands over Joel's ass, taking half a moment to admire the back half of his husband before he's wrapping his fingers over Joel's hips, urging him to let go of the desk and turned around to face him. At the sight of Joel's cock, Spencer thinks it's entirely possibly that he could get hard again. For someone who hasn't had much of a libido to speak of at all in the years before he and Joel had started seeing each other, it sometimes comes as a shock to think that this time last year, he hadn't even been thinking about having sex. Their physical relationship is more than anything Spencer could have hoped for, especially because he's never hoped for anything at all, but he doesn't think he ever could have anticipated this.

Before Joel, he doesn't think he would imagined putting his tongue anywhere near another person's ass, but having Joel love and trust him enough to do for him had only ever made Spencer want to return the favor--and he hasn't been disappointed. The way Joel had squirmed under his hands, the gasps that had come at a well-placed swipe of his tongue, Spencer could thrive on that for hours on end. So much of his life can be divided into two categories, Before Joel and After Joel, but there's little to nothing about Before--barring his relationship with his family-that Spencer thinks had been better. With Joel has come a refreshed outlook on life, and he isn't the social butterfly Dane or their mother had been even now but Joel has never asked to be. Joel would never ask that of him, to be something he isn't, and Spencer feels a surge of love inside of him that brings him back to the matter at hand.

"I won't hold back," he promises, wetting his lips and keeping his eyes trained on Joel's as he leans forward to take Joel's cock on his mouth. He means what he's said, he doesn't want to prolong this because he's already been allowed to come himself, and this isn't about orgasm denial in the slightest. It's about making sure that Joel knows that he's willing to do anything to make him feel good, that he's always going to want to give all of himself to make Joel feel good, and Spencer wraps his hand around the base of his husband's shaft as he sucks hard at the tip, moaning at that familiar saltiness of the pre-come coating Joel's cock.

He isn't slow about guiding Joel's cock deeper down in throat, lowering his hand to cup his husband's balls so he can massage them as he works his tongue over him, not bothering to try to hide juts how eager he is to please. He quickens his pace, taking Joel deeper with every bob of his hand until his gag reflex nearly kicks in but even then, it barely affects him through the haze of arousal that's clouding his mind. If this is even half as good for Joel as it is for him, Spencer will consider this a success.

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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