They rock against each other slowly, tenderly, and for half a moment, Spencer forgets that he'd asked for something else entirely earlier in the evening because right now, this all feels so perfect. It's rare that he wants anything more than to be able to lose himself in how it feels to be this close to Joel, not just to have his husband's length buried inside him but to be reminded all over again of just how exceptional this relationship is. Spencer can say that he belongs to Joel, he can say it every day and that doesn't make it any less true or meaningful, but when they're wrapped up in each other like this, it gives him the chance to really show it. The actions speak louder between them most days because even though Spencer will never tire of hearing Joel say he loves him, that he's perfect, that he's beautiful, sometimes words just aren't enough.
He's never ached for someone to love like so many other people he knows do. Spencer has heard it before, complaints of how all the good ones are taken or that the right person doesn't seem to really exist, and he's never understood the misery behind it because as far as he'd been concerned, loving is only ever dangerous. Loving leads to losing; in Spencer's life, it always had. Guarding himself from being put through that kind of pain again had seemed like the only option after his family had been killed, and it'd been easy because the only other person Spencer had felt could accept him more no less than who he is had been his brother. With Dane gone, with their mother gone, nothing had really mattered anymore, and Spencer had been left drifting aimlessly.
Leave it to the quiet, unsociable but still kindly bookshop owner to change all of that. Being next to him in the library that night they'd shared a bottle of whiskey had made Spencer seriously grapple with the desire to kiss someone for the first time in years, and that's no small feat. The courage he'd found to say some of the more graphic things he's said since they'd started having sex had only been influenced in him because of Joel, because of this man who's never once judged him for anything he's done or felt, even if they're less than admirable some of the time.
Spencer always feels protected, in heart and body and mind, with Joel nearby but when they're being intimate, a safe space is a guarantee. That's what makes their sex life so incredible, so incomparable--there's always trust between them, always, and it makes all the difference.
"What I want," he murmurs, pausing to let out a low whimper as Joel seems to move even slower now, drawing out of his ass steadily before pushing back in, inch by inch. It makes is heart beat faster, knowing what Joel wants to hear, knowing that as soon as he says it, his husband will happily oblige.
He arches his back beneath Joel, pressing his cock against Joel's belly so he can make sure his husband can feels how turned on he is, how achingly hard he is for only him and wets his lips before answering in a husky voice, "I want you to fuck me so hard that I can't even think anymore. I want you to make me see stars, I want you to make me scream loud enough that anyone close enough to hear us knows exactly what we're doing out here." He leans forward, catching Joel's bottom lips between his teeth and tugging at it briefly before letting it go. "Is that what you want to hear, baby, is it? Fuck me, Joel."
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He's never ached for someone to love like so many other people he knows do. Spencer has heard it before, complaints of how all the good ones are taken or that the right person doesn't seem to really exist, and he's never understood the misery behind it because as far as he'd been concerned, loving is only ever dangerous. Loving leads to losing; in Spencer's life, it always had. Guarding himself from being put through that kind of pain again had seemed like the only option after his family had been killed, and it'd been easy because the only other person Spencer had felt could accept him more no less than who he is had been his brother. With Dane gone, with their mother gone, nothing had really mattered anymore, and Spencer had been left drifting aimlessly.
Leave it to the quiet, unsociable but still kindly bookshop owner to change all of that. Being next to him in the library that night they'd shared a bottle of whiskey had made Spencer seriously grapple with the desire to kiss someone for the first time in years, and that's no small feat. The courage he'd found to say some of the more graphic things he's said since they'd started having sex had only been influenced in him because of Joel, because of this man who's never once judged him for anything he's done or felt, even if they're less than admirable some of the time.
Spencer always feels protected, in heart and body and mind, with Joel nearby but when they're being intimate, a safe space is a guarantee. That's what makes their sex life so incredible, so incomparable--there's always trust between them, always, and it makes all the difference.
"What I want," he murmurs, pausing to let out a low whimper as Joel seems to move even slower now, drawing out of his ass steadily before pushing back in, inch by inch. It makes is heart beat faster, knowing what Joel wants to hear, knowing that as soon as he says it, his husband will happily oblige.
He arches his back beneath Joel, pressing his cock against Joel's belly so he can make sure his husband can feels how turned on he is, how achingly hard he is for only him and wets his lips before answering in a husky voice, "I want you to fuck me so hard that I can't even think anymore. I want you to make me see stars, I want you to make me scream loud enough that anyone close enough to hear us knows exactly what we're doing out here." He leans forward, catching Joel's bottom lips between his teeth and tugging at it briefly before letting it go. "Is that what you want to hear, baby, is it? Fuck me, Joel."