Every single time Spencer moves or gasps or shifts the angle he's at, Joel's convinced that will be the most incredible thing he ever sees, but then Spencer does it again, then he leans down to grip the table and Joel is watching the expanse of his back spread out in front of him, he's watching his fingers disappearing inside of him, he's watching the way Spencer's body presses back toward him with need, the way his back arches and everything else fades away. He's perfect, he's incredible, and Joel's breath and words are both caught somewhere in his chest as he thrusts his fingers deeper into Spencer before adding a third, filling him, preparing him, because as soon as Spencer tells him he can't wait to feel him inside, Joel knows he isn't going to be able to wait much longer at all.
He looks up and catches Spencer's gaze and for a moment all he can do is hold it, all he can do is watch and he wonders what it looks like for Spencer, what it feels like. His fingers don't still, he twists them, pumping them deeper as his teeth press into his lower lip, as his other hand still strokes Spencer's cock. He's crowding closer already, desperate and needy, and he's relieved that Spencer's body is adjusting to him, that it's easier to thrust his fingers into him, because he's impatient.
Drawing back, even though everything in him is shouting at him to press closer, to get deeper inside Spencer, to drag their bodies together until they're pressed together everywhere he can reach. He fumbles for the bottle on the table one-handed, then ducks his head to press a kiss to the centre of Spencer's back before he reluctantly unwraps his fingers from around his cock and spills enough lube in his hand to coat himself. Although he loves looking at Spencer, loves seeing his face, as Joel presses back up against him, the head of his cock nudging against Spencer's ass, he can see the appeal of this as well. He can guide himself carefully into Spencer with one hand and the other, still slippery with lube, can reach around, slicking Spencer's cock, gliding over the warm weight of him. He can pull Spencer upright if he wants to and let him lean against his chest or he can leave him as he is, bent over the table, Joel standing beside him. His hips roll, his cock sliding deeper into Spencer's body and a low groan rumbles deep in his chest. "Spencer," he breathes and he knows he's terrible with words at the best of times, but like this, it's like he can't find a single thing to say that isn't Spencer's name.
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Date: 2014-07-21 04:48 pm (UTC)He looks up and catches Spencer's gaze and for a moment all he can do is hold it, all he can do is watch and he wonders what it looks like for Spencer, what it feels like. His fingers don't still, he twists them, pumping them deeper as his teeth press into his lower lip, as his other hand still strokes Spencer's cock. He's crowding closer already, desperate and needy, and he's relieved that Spencer's body is adjusting to him, that it's easier to thrust his fingers into him, because he's impatient.
Drawing back, even though everything in him is shouting at him to press closer, to get deeper inside Spencer, to drag their bodies together until they're pressed together everywhere he can reach. He fumbles for the bottle on the table one-handed, then ducks his head to press a kiss to the centre of Spencer's back before he reluctantly unwraps his fingers from around his cock and spills enough lube in his hand to coat himself. Although he loves looking at Spencer, loves seeing his face, as Joel presses back up against him, the head of his cock nudging against Spencer's ass, he can see the appeal of this as well. He can guide himself carefully into Spencer with one hand and the other, still slippery with lube, can reach around, slicking Spencer's cock, gliding over the warm weight of him. He can pull Spencer upright if he wants to and let him lean against his chest or he can leave him as he is, bent over the table, Joel standing beside him. His hips roll, his cock sliding deeper into Spencer's body and a low groan rumbles deep in his chest. "Spencer," he breathes and he knows he's terrible with words at the best of times, but like this, it's like he can't find a single thing to say that isn't Spencer's name.