Joel almost laughs when Spencer yelps, because he's heard the thunk of his head against the wood and he knows he shouldn't laugh, he should check to make sure he's okay, but he already has Spencer's cock between his lips. He's already taking him deeper, his tongue pressed flat against the underside of him for a moment before he pulls back enough to experimentally flick his tongue against Spencer's length, knowing Spencer has done something similar to him, knowing it's felt absolutely amazing and that's really the only thing he wants. There's no pretending he's not equally as aroused, that being with Spencer doesn't make him feel incredible, that the connection between them isn't the best he's ever felt and the release he's experienced with Spencer has been far more satisfying than any he's ever had before. But his primary focus, especially right now, is making Spencer feel good.
He still has one hand wrapped around Spencer's cock to help him, because he's never done this, he's not sure how deep he can actually take Spencer into his mouth and although he tries, having his hand there helps. The other is gripping Spencer's hip hard and it takes Joel a second to be able to loosen his hold, to slide his fingers teasingly down the crease of Spencer's thigh, between his legs, and he's careful now, the lube still across the room, but as he laps at the head of Spencer's cock, he presses one finger against him, rubbing teasingly, not wanting to push inside him, but just remind him of what's yet to come.
Except Joel isn't sure that's such a good idea, not when he can feel his own erection straining against his jeans and he's so hard it hurts. He's nearing a point of desperation, nearing the point where he'll need to get undressed because as much fun as he's finding it to be at least a little bit in charge, Spencer still has all the power. All he has to do is twist on the table or murmur Joel's name or say something like that, tell him how good it feels, call him baby, and Joel knows he'd do anything Spencer asked of him in a second.
"Tell me what you want," he gasps, pulling back enough to say it, his breathing puffing over the head of Spencer's cock as he speaks. "Tell me exactly what you want, I'll do anything." All semblance of his dominance is gone the second he says it, but he doesn't care. Having Spencer know he's the one in control doesn't bother Joel at all, not when he's blinded by affection and desire and the need to please Spencer, knowing the pleasure he'll derive from it in return.
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He still has one hand wrapped around Spencer's cock to help him, because he's never done this, he's not sure how deep he can actually take Spencer into his mouth and although he tries, having his hand there helps. The other is gripping Spencer's hip hard and it takes Joel a second to be able to loosen his hold, to slide his fingers teasingly down the crease of Spencer's thigh, between his legs, and he's careful now, the lube still across the room, but as he laps at the head of Spencer's cock, he presses one finger against him, rubbing teasingly, not wanting to push inside him, but just remind him of what's yet to come.
Except Joel isn't sure that's such a good idea, not when he can feel his own erection straining against his jeans and he's so hard it hurts. He's nearing a point of desperation, nearing the point where he'll need to get undressed because as much fun as he's finding it to be at least a little bit in charge, Spencer still has all the power. All he has to do is twist on the table or murmur Joel's name or say something like that, tell him how good it feels, call him baby, and Joel knows he'd do anything Spencer asked of him in a second.
"Tell me what you want," he gasps, pulling back enough to say it, his breathing puffing over the head of Spencer's cock as he speaks. "Tell me exactly what you want, I'll do anything." All semblance of his dominance is gone the second he says it, but he doesn't care. Having Spencer know he's the one in control doesn't bother Joel at all, not when he's blinded by affection and desire and the need to please Spencer, knowing the pleasure he'll derive from it in return.