He wishes he could do more than moan to make Joel understand just how amazing this feels. As much as he loves to be facing his boyfriend when they're having sex, this is a whole new experience of practically losing that ability, of having just a partial view of what Joel looks likes behind him. When Joel pounds into him that much deeper, that much harder, Spencer gives up entirely and drops his head to give in to sensations of his boyfriend's strong hand traveling up and down his body, raking over his back and gripping his hip, while the other is relentless in pumping Spencer's length. He's close, he's tightening around Joel's cock with very thrust, and he shuts his eyes tight so that the rest the world is shut out--the apartment, the fireworks, everything, they all disappear and it's just him and Joel.
He hears every hitch of breath between them, every slap of skin and creak of the wood beneath him, and he nearly cries out when he finally feels it. Joel's release fills him, he feels the sudden warmth spreading inside of him, and his hands weakly scrape at the table as his jaw slackens. He's not too far behind, jerking his hips forward so that he gets a few more good pumps over his cock before he's pulsing into Joel's hand.
He loves this, loves it when Joel comes inside of him because it just feel so incredibly intimate. It's something he wouldn't let anybody else do, and he remembers the silent agreement they'd come to during their first time that neither of them wanted to use condoms. Neither of them had said anything, they hadn't discussed it in advance, but they'd both just known. Spencer is willing to give all of himself to Joel, open himself up completely, and he doesn't want a single layer of anything between them.
Joel's grip loosens over his cock, but Spencer is still laid out over the table with his knees nearly buckling but riding out his orgasm as he takes quiet and satisfied pleasure in the way Joel's palm feels over his ass. "God, you're good at this," he says, though it comes out in one long sigh, and he follows it with a sheepish laugh as he turns his head to rest his cheek on the table so he can try to get a better view of his boyfriend as he slowly pulls out--much to Spencer's dismay, as always. "I'm afraid you've rendered me absolutely useless. You're going to have to carry me to the bed."
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He hears every hitch of breath between them, every slap of skin and creak of the wood beneath him, and he nearly cries out when he finally feels it. Joel's release fills him, he feels the sudden warmth spreading inside of him, and his hands weakly scrape at the table as his jaw slackens. He's not too far behind, jerking his hips forward so that he gets a few more good pumps over his cock before he's pulsing into Joel's hand.
He loves this, loves it when Joel comes inside of him because it just feel so incredibly intimate. It's something he wouldn't let anybody else do, and he remembers the silent agreement they'd come to during their first time that neither of them wanted to use condoms. Neither of them had said anything, they hadn't discussed it in advance, but they'd both just known. Spencer is willing to give all of himself to Joel, open himself up completely, and he doesn't want a single layer of anything between them.
Joel's grip loosens over his cock, but Spencer is still laid out over the table with his knees nearly buckling but riding out his orgasm as he takes quiet and satisfied pleasure in the way Joel's palm feels over his ass. "God, you're good at this," he says, though it comes out in one long sigh, and he follows it with a sheepish laugh as he turns his head to rest his cheek on the table so he can try to get a better view of his boyfriend as he slowly pulls out--much to Spencer's dismay, as always. "I'm afraid you've rendered me absolutely useless. You're going to have to carry me to the bed."