It's the only thought Joel is capable of having as Spencer lays himself out on the table, as he grips the other side and pushes back. The long lines of his body against the dark wood of the table, the grin that's curving his mouth, the way his profile looks in this light; he's absolutely incredible and Joel has to bite back a sob at the sound of skin against skin. His free hand smooths up the centre of Spencer's back before it roams back down again, grasping his hip tightly, helping him as best he can, but Joel's legs feel shaky already and it's all he can do to keep himself standing as he thrusts into Spencer, stroking his cock at the same time. There's no rhythm, not now, and he wishes he was more coherent, that he could take his time with this and with Spencer, but they have the entire night spread out ahead of them, too.
He can hear the fireworks as well, though he only dimly registers them, his entire focus brought down to this single sensation, the feeling of being inside Spencer, the warmth and tightness of his body around Joel's cock. It's so good, it's better than anything he's ever known and his hand twists around Spencer, grateful for the lube that makes it easier for his grip to slide, for him to move his hand in at least some of the ways he's come to learn that Spencer enjoys and it's that thought that sends him careening toward the edge.
It's only been a week since their fist time, but he's already learning Spencer's body, the same way Spencer is learning his. There's no disappointment that comes with discovering certain parts of Spencer have become familiar to him, only a deep, low burn of pleasure in his belly when he realizes how well they're going to get to know each other. It's already more than he's ever imagined, more than he's ever possibly hoped for, and to know it's going to continue, that it will get better, that one day, he'll know exactly the right touch or the right word to lead them to this very position within moments is exciting. He wants that. He wants something so deep they'll know each other better than they really knows themselves.
The next groaning sob escapes him as he thrusts forward harder, burying himself inside Spencer, spilling into his body as he whispers his name over and over again. His head drops for a moment, but he forces it back up again because he wants to watch. He wants to see Spencer pressing back against him, he wants to see the way his muscles quiver when he comes, and Joel's hips are rolling lazily now, half-time to the speed they'd picked up earlier, but he's still stroking his hand over Spencer's cock, his grip firm, his thumb flicking against the head as his hand smooths up and over the curve of his ass.
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Date: 2014-07-22 11:50 am (UTC)It's the only thought Joel is capable of having as Spencer lays himself out on the table, as he grips the other side and pushes back. The long lines of his body against the dark wood of the table, the grin that's curving his mouth, the way his profile looks in this light; he's absolutely incredible and Joel has to bite back a sob at the sound of skin against skin. His free hand smooths up the centre of Spencer's back before it roams back down again, grasping his hip tightly, helping him as best he can, but Joel's legs feel shaky already and it's all he can do to keep himself standing as he thrusts into Spencer, stroking his cock at the same time. There's no rhythm, not now, and he wishes he was more coherent, that he could take his time with this and with Spencer, but they have the entire night spread out ahead of them, too.
He can hear the fireworks as well, though he only dimly registers them, his entire focus brought down to this single sensation, the feeling of being inside Spencer, the warmth and tightness of his body around Joel's cock. It's so good, it's better than anything he's ever known and his hand twists around Spencer, grateful for the lube that makes it easier for his grip to slide, for him to move his hand in at least some of the ways he's come to learn that Spencer enjoys and it's that thought that sends him careening toward the edge.
It's only been a week since their fist time, but he's already learning Spencer's body, the same way Spencer is learning his. There's no disappointment that comes with discovering certain parts of Spencer have become familiar to him, only a deep, low burn of pleasure in his belly when he realizes how well they're going to get to know each other. It's already more than he's ever imagined, more than he's ever possibly hoped for, and to know it's going to continue, that it will get better, that one day, he'll know exactly the right touch or the right word to lead them to this very position within moments is exciting. He wants that. He wants something so deep they'll know each other better than they really knows themselves.
The next groaning sob escapes him as he thrusts forward harder, burying himself inside Spencer, spilling into his body as he whispers his name over and over again. His head drops for a moment, but he forces it back up again because he wants to watch. He wants to see Spencer pressing back against him, he wants to see the way his muscles quiver when he comes, and Joel's hips are rolling lazily now, half-time to the speed they'd picked up earlier, but he's still stroking his hand over Spencer's cock, his grip firm, his thumb flicking against the head as his hand smooths up and over the curve of his ass.