He nearly sobs at the question because it means his cock isn't in his boyfriend's mouth anymore. He's been writhing on the table at every touch, already having let out a strangled moan when Joel had teased a finger over his ass before so very cruelly pulling it back. Joel asks him what he wants, but Spencer can't even form coherent sentences right now much less find it in himself to be able to prop himself up on his elbows like he wants to and run down the extensive list of everything he would love for Joel to do to him.
"Y-you, everything, you." It's all he can muster and he running a hand through over his sweat-sheened forehead before dragging it through his hair, tugging it so it sticks up at odd angles before he finally looks down the length of his body to find Joel's eyes on him. His boyfriend's lips are pink and puffed and his cheeks are flushed, and Spencer can only imagine what he looks like himself. He does know, though, that the only way he's getting up from this table is if Joel picks him up himself to flip and bend Spencer over the edge.
He wets his lips with his tongue, his breaths shallow as he reaches down with one hand to stroke himself, eyes rolling to the back of his head just briefly before he's able to bring himself back and watches Joel's face as he continues to pump his length through his own fist. He tightens his hold on himself, if only in an effort to keep himself from coming, and spreads his legs wider, making sure he doesn't break Joel's gaze. Joel's lips are still close enough to brush against his cock and Spencer rolls his hips just to feel the contact, even though it's not enough friction and he needs more, always needs more when it comes to this man.
But Joel is waiting for a real answer, it seems, and he can't possibly know just how much Spencer wants him all the time, how much he turns Spencer on with just a look or the slighest of touches or with the words that comes out of his mouth. Spencer is putty in Joel's hands, pliable in any and every way, and to be asked now what he wants is practically impossible to answer but he takes a deep breath so that he can try.
"I-- I want you to turn me over," he says slowly, carefully, deliberately. He's already stuttered over his words but he tries not to waver again. "I want you to bend me over this table and take me like that. I want to feel every inch of you inside of me, I want you to be as gentle or as rough as you want, I just want you." He swallows hard, his heart racing in anticipation of what Joel will say even though there's no doubt in his mind that his boyfriend will agree without hesitation. Still, he narrows his eyes for a moment before speaking again. "Is that-- Would that be okay?"
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"Y-you, everything, you." It's all he can muster and he running a hand through over his sweat-sheened forehead before dragging it through his hair, tugging it so it sticks up at odd angles before he finally looks down the length of his body to find Joel's eyes on him. His boyfriend's lips are pink and puffed and his cheeks are flushed, and Spencer can only imagine what he looks like himself. He does know, though, that the only way he's getting up from this table is if Joel picks him up himself to flip and bend Spencer over the edge.
He wets his lips with his tongue, his breaths shallow as he reaches down with one hand to stroke himself, eyes rolling to the back of his head just briefly before he's able to bring himself back and watches Joel's face as he continues to pump his length through his own fist. He tightens his hold on himself, if only in an effort to keep himself from coming, and spreads his legs wider, making sure he doesn't break Joel's gaze. Joel's lips are still close enough to brush against his cock and Spencer rolls his hips just to feel the contact, even though it's not enough friction and he needs more, always needs more when it comes to this man.
But Joel is waiting for a real answer, it seems, and he can't possibly know just how much Spencer wants him all the time, how much he turns Spencer on with just a look or the slighest of touches or with the words that comes out of his mouth. Spencer is putty in Joel's hands, pliable in any and every way, and to be asked now what he wants is practically impossible to answer but he takes a deep breath so that he can try.
"I-- I want you to turn me over," he says slowly, carefully, deliberately. He's already stuttered over his words but he tries not to waver again. "I want you to bend me over this table and take me like that. I want to feel every inch of you inside of me, I want you to be as gentle or as rough as you want, I just want you." He swallows hard, his heart racing in anticipation of what Joel will say even though there's no doubt in his mind that his boyfriend will agree without hesitation. Still, he narrows his eyes for a moment before speaking again. "Is that-- Would that be okay?"