At first, Spencer thinks he's only imagining them, the sparks he feels going off between them, and it wouldn't be much of a shock--pun entirely unintended--if they really were all in his head but in forcing his eyes open so that he can watch Joel continue to thrust into him, he catches sight of the blue sparking from his husband's hand against his hip. It pulls a near breathless laugh from him because he knows this only ever happens between them, the two of them, in moments like this when the rest of the world has faded away and the only thing that matters is that they're together and in love and will be for as long as they live.
Maybe it's the alcohol flowing through him because he's not typically so arrogant, but Spencer is certain more than ever that nobody could possibly share a love as incredible as passionate as he and Joel do. They've saved each other in so many ways and so many times that one might think it'd be too much, too overwhelming, too much pressure; but it's quite the opposite. Nobody else could have gotten Spencer through his worst moments of the past year, no matter how hard they tried, because none of them would be Joel. As much as he appreciates the people in his life, the genuine and lasting friendships he's made, Spencer appreciates having met Joel the absolute most because it's brought him here.
This relationship, this marriage, this man, they've all influenced change in every facet of Spencer's life without demanding it. Joel would never have asked Spencer to be more social or to leave his job at the library or to do anything that might make him initially uncomfortable. Everything he has done has been his own choice, but Spencer knows he wouldn't have arrived at some of the conclusions he has about life and love in general without his husband there to help him. Being here in New York, for instance, never would have happened if he hadn't had the right person to come here with, and that right person has just send him into a dizzying orgasm that Spencer is still trying to recover from as he rocks against Joel's last few thrusts.
He's lost his ability to make even the smallest of sounds, it seems, and when he feels Joel coming inside of him, Spencer can only keep his jaw dropped as he tries to get his breathing under control, torn between begging out loud for this night to never end and tugging Joel closer to him so they can rest together. Spencer glides his hands expertly down Joel's back, pleased at how easily he's able to do it because of the sweat that's formed there, and he thinks a shower might be necessary for both of them later if they manage to get their legs working at any point. He still hasn't unwrapped himself around Joel's waist, if only because he wants his husband to stay pressed inside him until Joel's cock softens, and Spencer tightens his legs to encourage Joel to roll his hips again.
Every movement makes him shudder, sends a thrill shooting up his spine, and he wishes they could get hard again now because as much as he knows his body will be aching in the morning, Spencer wants to be able to repeat this all over again. After the shower, he thinks, or maybe even in the shower, they can have a second round. He can get down on his knees and suck his husband's cock until it hardens in his mouth and then, Spencer will bend over so Joel can take him again. He can already feel the come dripping from his ass down his thighs, and he doesn't know why that turns him on so much but god, it does, though he supposes it mostly just has to do with Joel.
It always comes back down to Joel.
"Love you," he murmurs, tilting his head to give Joel better access, and it's possibly the most simple thing he could say but it encompasses everything. Joel will know what he means, all that Spencer is feeling, and that's just one more reason that Spencer loves him so much.
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Maybe it's the alcohol flowing through him because he's not typically so arrogant, but Spencer is certain more than ever that nobody could possibly share a love as incredible as passionate as he and Joel do. They've saved each other in so many ways and so many times that one might think it'd be too much, too overwhelming, too much pressure; but it's quite the opposite. Nobody else could have gotten Spencer through his worst moments of the past year, no matter how hard they tried, because none of them would be Joel. As much as he appreciates the people in his life, the genuine and lasting friendships he's made, Spencer appreciates having met Joel the absolute most because it's brought him here.
This relationship, this marriage, this man, they've all influenced change in every facet of Spencer's life without demanding it. Joel would never have asked Spencer to be more social or to leave his job at the library or to do anything that might make him initially uncomfortable. Everything he has done has been his own choice, but Spencer knows he wouldn't have arrived at some of the conclusions he has about life and love in general without his husband there to help him. Being here in New York, for instance, never would have happened if he hadn't had the right person to come here with, and that right person has just send him into a dizzying orgasm that Spencer is still trying to recover from as he rocks against Joel's last few thrusts.
He's lost his ability to make even the smallest of sounds, it seems, and when he feels Joel coming inside of him, Spencer can only keep his jaw dropped as he tries to get his breathing under control, torn between begging out loud for this night to never end and tugging Joel closer to him so they can rest together. Spencer glides his hands expertly down Joel's back, pleased at how easily he's able to do it because of the sweat that's formed there, and he thinks a shower might be necessary for both of them later if they manage to get their legs working at any point. He still hasn't unwrapped himself around Joel's waist, if only because he wants his husband to stay pressed inside him until Joel's cock softens, and Spencer tightens his legs to encourage Joel to roll his hips again.
Every movement makes him shudder, sends a thrill shooting up his spine, and he wishes they could get hard again now because as much as he knows his body will be aching in the morning, Spencer wants to be able to repeat this all over again. After the shower, he thinks, or maybe even in the shower, they can have a second round. He can get down on his knees and suck his husband's cock until it hardens in his mouth and then, Spencer will bend over so Joel can take him again. He can already feel the come dripping from his ass down his thighs, and he doesn't know why that turns him on so much but god, it does, though he supposes it mostly just has to do with Joel.
It always comes back down to Joel.
"Love you," he murmurs, tilting his head to give Joel better access, and it's possibly the most simple thing he could say but it encompasses everything. Joel will know what he means, all that Spencer is feeling, and that's just one more reason that Spencer loves him so much.