It doesn't matter how much time they spend together, it won't matter how many years they've been together, how long they've been intimate, Joel knows he'll never see anything as beautiful as Spencer when he comes. They don't hold back with each other, it isn't as if Joel feels closed off otherwise, but in that moment he knows Spencer it at his most open and everything he's feeling is written clear on his face. When he comes, when his body tightens and his back arches and Joel can feel the heat of his come on his fingers, he can't look anywhere but at Spencer's face. At the way his brows draw together and the way his lips part, his mouth falling open and he's just so incredibly beautiful that even in a moment like this, when his body just wants to keep driving forward, burying himself inside Spencer over and over, there's a part of him that just wants to stop. Freeze everything and just watch, as if he could somehow be apart from all this and look at it from the outside. And yet he loves being inside it all so much more, but he wishes he could capture it still, find the moment in which to best enjoy it, because Spencer is honestly the most incredible and beautiful person he's ever known.
He's lucky. He's so goddamn lucky.
"Spencer," he breathes, feeling the way his husband's orgasm shudders through his body and he trembles himself, his muscles suddenly going taut before they relax just a second later. It isn't going to be long now, not like this, with Spencer spent and trembling under him, with his leg up against Joel's shoulder and he's never known there are so many ways to be wrapped up in a person until Spencer. He'd never realized it would be possible to get so physically close in so many different ways, to literally have every last bit of Spencer wrapped up in every last bit of him, and it's been one of the best surprises of falling in love with this man. They've discovered so much together, so many parts of life previously unknown to them both, and Joel knows that's at least part of what makes their relationship so special. They have things other people don't have and it's theirs alone. Their secret, their love, their relationship, and no one else can ever get inside it. No one else will ever be able to understand it, because no matter how much they might love another person, it won't be the same as this.
That moment where he wants to be outside of this passes, the moment when he thinks he might be able to just stand outside and look at how incredible Spencer is fades, and Joel feels the urgency of his own orgasm crashing back into him. The hand he has on Spencer's hips feels like it's on fire and he doesn't need to see the little sparks of energy going off to know they are, snaps of blue light that only ever seem to come out around Spencer. For a time Joel had wondered if it was some kind of latent power, some untapped quality he's never discovered, and then he had wondered if it was the demon, but now he's sure neither of those things are true. Whatever he has inside him that makes him a witch, whatever gives him these abilities he's had all his life, it responds to Spencer and only Spencer. It doesn't happen all the time, but it no longer surprises him anymore either and it no longer makes him wonder. This is the deepest, most base part of him responding to the man he loves and he doesn't think there's anything more obvious than that.
"Spencer," he says again, dragging his name out before it tapers off into a low moan and he can't help it, he's gripping Spencer's hip harder now, holding onto him tighter as he drives forward once, twice more, his hips snapping instead of rolling, and when he comes it's with a strangled, startled cry that carries on the breeze and he doesn't care. He doesn't care who knows what they're doing, he doesn't care who hears how much he loves his husband, he doesn't care about anything or anyone who isn't this moment or Spencer. His shoulders shudder as his muscles tense and tighten, then release and he whimpers, a low whine in his throat as he gently takes Spencer's leg down from his shoulder so he can wrap it around his waist again and do his best not to collapse forward onto his husband.
He just needs to be a little bit closer. He needs to be able to feel Spencer's pulse fluttering under his lips and Joel's eyes close, his hips rolling lazily a few more times as he brushes kisses across Spencer's heated skin.
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He's lucky. He's so goddamn lucky.
"Spencer," he breathes, feeling the way his husband's orgasm shudders through his body and he trembles himself, his muscles suddenly going taut before they relax just a second later. It isn't going to be long now, not like this, with Spencer spent and trembling under him, with his leg up against Joel's shoulder and he's never known there are so many ways to be wrapped up in a person until Spencer. He'd never realized it would be possible to get so physically close in so many different ways, to literally have every last bit of Spencer wrapped up in every last bit of him, and it's been one of the best surprises of falling in love with this man. They've discovered so much together, so many parts of life previously unknown to them both, and Joel knows that's at least part of what makes their relationship so special. They have things other people don't have and it's theirs alone. Their secret, their love, their relationship, and no one else can ever get inside it. No one else will ever be able to understand it, because no matter how much they might love another person, it won't be the same as this.
That moment where he wants to be outside of this passes, the moment when he thinks he might be able to just stand outside and look at how incredible Spencer is fades, and Joel feels the urgency of his own orgasm crashing back into him. The hand he has on Spencer's hips feels like it's on fire and he doesn't need to see the little sparks of energy going off to know they are, snaps of blue light that only ever seem to come out around Spencer. For a time Joel had wondered if it was some kind of latent power, some untapped quality he's never discovered, and then he had wondered if it was the demon, but now he's sure neither of those things are true. Whatever he has inside him that makes him a witch, whatever gives him these abilities he's had all his life, it responds to Spencer and only Spencer. It doesn't happen all the time, but it no longer surprises him anymore either and it no longer makes him wonder. This is the deepest, most base part of him responding to the man he loves and he doesn't think there's anything more obvious than that.
"Spencer," he says again, dragging his name out before it tapers off into a low moan and he can't help it, he's gripping Spencer's hip harder now, holding onto him tighter as he drives forward once, twice more, his hips snapping instead of rolling, and when he comes it's with a strangled, startled cry that carries on the breeze and he doesn't care. He doesn't care who knows what they're doing, he doesn't care who hears how much he loves his husband, he doesn't care about anything or anyone who isn't this moment or Spencer. His shoulders shudder as his muscles tense and tighten, then release and he whimpers, a low whine in his throat as he gently takes Spencer's leg down from his shoulder so he can wrap it around his waist again and do his best not to collapse forward onto his husband.
He just needs to be a little bit closer. He needs to be able to feel Spencer's pulse fluttering under his lips and Joel's eyes close, his hips rolling lazily a few more times as he brushes kisses across Spencer's heated skin.