He shivers at the way Joel says it, off, his tone somehow simultaneously firm and gentle, and as he's tossing his shirt to the side and lower himself back down on the table, his boyfriend manages to tug his pants and briefs off. He feels incredibly vulnerable like this, completely naked with his legs spread open while Joel is still completely dressed, but he's not nervous. There's nothing to be nervous about when Joel always takes such amazing care with him, always making sure that Spencer feels comfortable and safe and at ease with everything that they're doing. Joel could do anything to him, though, and Spencer knows he'd let him because he trusts his boyfriend more than he's ever trusted anyone and for that to be true both in and out of the bedroom--rather, on or off the tabletop--matters such a great deal to him.
He watches with his neck raised off the table, his eyes shining with affection and delight at the way Joel's eyes rake over his body, but he forgets that the table isn't the same as a mattress when he feels Joel's tongue against his length and drops his head back down with a loud clunk. He yelps from the pain, reaching to rub at his head just as Joel is taking him into his mouth and his hips buck in confused but pleasured surprise as he's suddenly distracted entirely by the goose egg that's forming on the back of his head.
Joel looks so beautiful like this, with his fingers wrapped around Spencer's cock and his tongue and mouth working like this is the only thing that matters. Every sensation is somehow magnified--Joel's tongue lapping at him, Joel's sweater grazing his shift, everything--by the knowledge that Joel is entirely in control here, that Joel is the one who is going to decide how quickly they move and in what direction and how long it will take before he lets Spencer see him naked. He's dizzy with want and need and he can feel the familiar haze taking over as he blinks lazily and glassy-eyed at the ceiling as Joel takes him deeper into his mouth and makes him moan.
"Feels so good," he murmurs, trying not to arch his hips too much because he doesn't want to take this over, he wants to let Joel stay in charge because he's loved every second of it so far and doesn't want to lose that feeling of being even gently dominated by his boyfriend. "God, baby, you always know how to make me feel so good."
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He watches with his neck raised off the table, his eyes shining with affection and delight at the way Joel's eyes rake over his body, but he forgets that the table isn't the same as a mattress when he feels Joel's tongue against his length and drops his head back down with a loud clunk. He yelps from the pain, reaching to rub at his head just as Joel is taking him into his mouth and his hips buck in confused but pleasured surprise as he's suddenly distracted entirely by the goose egg that's forming on the back of his head.
Joel looks so beautiful like this, with his fingers wrapped around Spencer's cock and his tongue and mouth working like this is the only thing that matters. Every sensation is somehow magnified--Joel's tongue lapping at him, Joel's sweater grazing his shift, everything--by the knowledge that Joel is entirely in control here, that Joel is the one who is going to decide how quickly they move and in what direction and how long it will take before he lets Spencer see him naked. He's dizzy with want and need and he can feel the familiar haze taking over as he blinks lazily and glassy-eyed at the ceiling as Joel takes him deeper into his mouth and makes him moan.
"Feels so good," he murmurs, trying not to arch his hips too much because he doesn't want to take this over, he wants to let Joel stay in charge because he's loved every second of it so far and doesn't want to lose that feeling of being even gently dominated by his boyfriend. "God, baby, you always know how to make me feel so good."