Finally feeling the warmth of Joel's bare chest against his back is nearly enough to tip him over the edge. He shifts so his body bends just slightly, not even to have to grip the table yet, grinding his ass harder against Joel erection, moaning at the feel of the jeans on his skin. His boyfriend is being a tease, even if he doesn't realize it and even if he's not doing it on purpose, but Spencer can't deny that he's finding it to be effective. To be turned over like this, denied a full view of his boyfriend half-naked, is torturous as it is and it will be the first time he won't be able to watch Joel enter his full length into his ass. It's all in the ancitipation right now and it sends a shiver down his spine as goosebumps rise on the back of his neck, on his side and thighs and anywhere else Joel is touching him.
He arches his back, looking over his shoulder because he needs to see Joel's face if nothing else, and eyes the bottle of lube that had been set on the table before moaning needily. They can take their time, whatever Joel wants to do is more than fine with him, but he supposes that doesn't mean he can't at least nudge them closer to the direction they're already headed.
There's something incredibly vulernable about being the only one naked between the two of them, about surrendering himself to act only as Joel cues him to, and he lets out a long exhale as he tilts his head back so that it's resting on Joel's shoulder. He reaches one arm back to extend around Joel's waist, letting his hand come to a rest on his boyfriend's ass and using other to guide one of Joel's hands down his chest, laying it flat against his skin just below his navel.
The silence between them is charged, the words aren't necessary right now because they both know what the other is feeling and it's not just arousal, it's not just the heat between their bodies or the ache of their cocks, it's more than that. It's trust, it's understanding, it's a deep-rooted sense of affection that connects them in ways Spencer had never known to be possible. He tilts his head to the side to press his lips against Joel's cheek, soft and sweet as he smiles.
They could stay like this, he thinks, as fully exposed as he is and Joel isn't, they could stay like this. He's content in Joel's arms, content and happy and safe; there's nowhere else he'd rather be.
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Date: 2014-07-19 01:15 am (UTC)He arches his back, looking over his shoulder because he needs to see Joel's face if nothing else, and eyes the bottle of lube that had been set on the table before moaning needily. They can take their time, whatever Joel wants to do is more than fine with him, but he supposes that doesn't mean he can't at least nudge them closer to the direction they're already headed.
There's something incredibly vulernable about being the only one naked between the two of them, about surrendering himself to act only as Joel cues him to, and he lets out a long exhale as he tilts his head back so that it's resting on Joel's shoulder. He reaches one arm back to extend around Joel's waist, letting his hand come to a rest on his boyfriend's ass and using other to guide one of Joel's hands down his chest, laying it flat against his skin just below his navel.
The silence between them is charged, the words aren't necessary right now because they both know what the other is feeling and it's not just arousal, it's not just the heat between their bodies or the ache of their cocks, it's more than that. It's trust, it's understanding, it's a deep-rooted sense of affection that connects them in ways Spencer had never known to be possible. He tilts his head to the side to press his lips against Joel's cheek, soft and sweet as he smiles.
They could stay like this, he thinks, as fully exposed as he is and Joel isn't, they could stay like this. He's content in Joel's arms, content and happy and safe; there's nowhere else he'd rather be.