There's something to be said about not knowing exactly what's going to happen next, not being able to gauge what Joel's next move is going to be by the expression on his face. He gasps with pleasured surprise when he feels the finger slip into him, already past the knuckle, and Spencer loves that Joel is still so careful with him. It's a good way to drive Spencer madder with want, to be sure, but knowing that his boyfriend is always thinking about his comfort, making sure that they don't rush just because they're both so desperate for more, only serves to deepen his trust. This has never been just about sex, every time they're intimate is another experience for them to share, another moment that brings them closer together.

They've never been intimate like this before, though, and though Joel's hands are so familiar to him by now, it's a whole new way of feeling those hands on him. As Joel starts to push his finger in and out of Spencer's ass, he tugs gently on his cock, and Spence lets out a ragged moan. His knees are already threatening to buckle beneath him, and he leans forward to grip the table, changing the angle of the way Joel presses his finger into him, and it makes him arch his back as he gasps for breath.

He can feel his body flushing all over again when a second finger enters him, and he looks back over his shoulder so he can see what his boyfriend looks like right now, see the expression on Joel's face because he's so used to seeing it above him or below him but behind him is something different entirely. His hips jerk and Joel's grip is firm enough around his cock to make the thrust count. "God, you--" He lets out a breathless laugh, void of humor but full of arousal, and makes sure he meets Joel's eyes. "I can't wait to feel you inside of me."