It's so hard for him to retain any semblance of self control when Spencer touches himself, when he spreads his legs, and Joel groans softly at the sight, knowing he's never seen anything this incredible. He could just watch this, he realizes, he could be completely satisfied just watching Spencer touch himself, but not today. Another time, another day when he'd had time to prepare himself for not getting to touch him -- not at first, anyway -- but not now, not when Spencer looks so completely ruined already and not when he's asking Joel to turn him over on the table.
He stands again, running his hands over Spencer's thighs, and even though it's uncomfortable to do so, he stays dressed as he steps back, nodding his agreement absently. Spencer asks if it's okay and he knows he should answer, but he's so caught up in the idea of turning him over and taking him from behind that he's not sure he could speak if he tried, so he only nods, his lower lip caught between his teeth. Then he takes a few steps away from the table, walking backwards toward his bed and the bedside table, and he doesn't want to take his eyes off Spencer, but he has to eventually after pawing blindly for the drawer. Wrenching it open, he grabs the bottle of lube, then crosses his apartment again, grateful for the fact that it's really not all that big a space, because he's not sure he could stand to be away from Spencer for longer than a few seconds.
He sets the bottle down on the table, then leans down, wrapping his arms around Spencer, dragging him upright. Pressing close, Joel kisses him deeply, his teeth grazing Spencer's lower lip, the kiss possessive and slightly more aggressive than he usually lets himself be, using teeth and tongue, breathing hard into Spencer's mouth. "I'll do anything you want," he groans, kissing Spencer again, biting his lower lip, tugging it gently between his teeth before he abruptly lets go. His hands fall to Spencer's hips and he turns him, surprised all over again by how good this feels even with his clothes on.
Spencer's a little bit taller than he is, but not by a lot and it works, it works just fine as Joel's hands roam over his body. He presses up tight against his back, rubbing his hips against Spencer from behind, the outline of his cock hard through his jeans. It makes him think of the first time he'd brought Spencer into the room downstairs, the way he'd wrapped his arms around him from behind as he'd worked on the potion and even at the time he'd loved how that had felt.
With a soft moan, his tongue sweeps against the skin just behind Spencer's ear and Joel lets go of him with one hand, pulling back a little, reaching down and tugging the hem of his cardigan and t-shirt up at the same time. Then he presses back against him and as much as he'd liked the feeling of still being dressed while Spencer was completely naked, he loves the press of warm skin against his even more. A shuddering groan escapes as he grinds his hips forward, rubbing himself against Spencer's ass, enjoying the feeling of driving himself crazy more than he ever thought he would.
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Date: 2014-07-18 04:29 am (UTC)He stands again, running his hands over Spencer's thighs, and even though it's uncomfortable to do so, he stays dressed as he steps back, nodding his agreement absently. Spencer asks if it's okay and he knows he should answer, but he's so caught up in the idea of turning him over and taking him from behind that he's not sure he could speak if he tried, so he only nods, his lower lip caught between his teeth. Then he takes a few steps away from the table, walking backwards toward his bed and the bedside table, and he doesn't want to take his eyes off Spencer, but he has to eventually after pawing blindly for the drawer. Wrenching it open, he grabs the bottle of lube, then crosses his apartment again, grateful for the fact that it's really not all that big a space, because he's not sure he could stand to be away from Spencer for longer than a few seconds.
He sets the bottle down on the table, then leans down, wrapping his arms around Spencer, dragging him upright. Pressing close, Joel kisses him deeply, his teeth grazing Spencer's lower lip, the kiss possessive and slightly more aggressive than he usually lets himself be, using teeth and tongue, breathing hard into Spencer's mouth. "I'll do anything you want," he groans, kissing Spencer again, biting his lower lip, tugging it gently between his teeth before he abruptly lets go. His hands fall to Spencer's hips and he turns him, surprised all over again by how good this feels even with his clothes on.
Spencer's a little bit taller than he is, but not by a lot and it works, it works just fine as Joel's hands roam over his body. He presses up tight against his back, rubbing his hips against Spencer from behind, the outline of his cock hard through his jeans. It makes him think of the first time he'd brought Spencer into the room downstairs, the way he'd wrapped his arms around him from behind as he'd worked on the potion and even at the time he'd loved how that had felt.
With a soft moan, his tongue sweeps against the skin just behind Spencer's ear and Joel lets go of him with one hand, pulling back a little, reaching down and tugging the hem of his cardigan and t-shirt up at the same time. Then he presses back against him and as much as he'd liked the feeling of still being dressed while Spencer was completely naked, he loves the press of warm skin against his even more. A shuddering groan escapes as he grinds his hips forward, rubbing himself against Spencer's ass, enjoying the feeling of driving himself crazy more than he ever thought he would.