"One of these days, you'll come home. You'll walk into our room, and I'll
already be naked." He snakes a hand between them and wraps a hand around
his slowly hardening cock, and he shudders again because he's still so
sensitive, but it doesn't stop him from encouraging his renewed arousal
with a stroke. His voice is husky because it turns out that hearing Joel
say that, knowing that Joel thinks about this when they're apart, is an
incredible turn-on. When he pumps over the head of his cock, his fist
brushes against Joel's length, and Spencer smiles softly up at the other
man. "I'll be naked and in bed and touching myself, waiting for you, and
you can watch until I can't take it anymore, until I need to undress you
and take you in my mouth. All of you, every inch, and then I'll ride you
until you come inside me."
It's getting harder to breathe properly, and he couldn't have had any idea
before Joel had come along that saying things like this while keeping his
eyes level with his boyfriend's could feel so good. The weight of Joel on
top of him is one that actually makes him feel guarded, safe, because when
they're in bed together, it's always going to just be the two of them. What
they do in the bedroom--or anywhere else, for that matter--is for their
eyes and ears only, he'll never speak a word of it to anyone because their
intimacy is more important to him than he can say. He feels like he's been
made for this man, their bodies fit together so perfectly and it means
something to Spencer that he hasn't been willing to let anyone else see him
naked since that first time in high school, that first time he's always
considered a mistake.
Every kiss, every nip, every lick that Joel leaves on his body is sacred to
him. Joel's are the only lips that have traveled over him like this; Joel's
cock is the only one that will ever be guided inside him; Joel's hands are
the only ones that will ever touch him this way. There's no other option,
it will only ever be Joel who sees Spencer like this, and there's a
confidence that comes with that knowledge. It's a confidence that lets him
say the things he's said because as far as Spencer is concerned, Joel is
more than just a boyfriend, he's become a partner. He trusts Joel with his
life, with his heart, with his body, and there's nobody in this world who
could change that.
He runs his hands over Joel's shoulderblades, raking his nails down the
other man's back and spreading his legs to invite Joel even closer toward
him. He lets his hands come to a rest on Joel's ass, leaning his neck
foward to lick over the hollow of Joel's neck. "So that's Saturday," he
teases. "If you have any other requests, you know I'd do anything for you."
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"One of these days, you'll come home. You'll walk into our room, and I'll already be naked." He snakes a hand between them and wraps a hand around his slowly hardening cock, and he shudders again because he's still so sensitive, but it doesn't stop him from encouraging his renewed arousal with a stroke. His voice is husky because it turns out that hearing Joel say that, knowing that Joel thinks about this when they're apart, is an incredible turn-on. When he pumps over the head of his cock, his fist brushes against Joel's length, and Spencer smiles softly up at the other man. "I'll be naked and in bed and touching myself, waiting for you, and you can watch until I can't take it anymore, until I need to undress you and take you in my mouth. All of you, every inch, and then I'll ride you until you come inside me."
It's getting harder to breathe properly, and he couldn't have had any idea before Joel had come along that saying things like this while keeping his eyes level with his boyfriend's could feel so good. The weight of Joel on top of him is one that actually makes him feel guarded, safe, because when they're in bed together, it's always going to just be the two of them. What they do in the bedroom--or anywhere else, for that matter--is for their eyes and ears only, he'll never speak a word of it to anyone because their intimacy is more important to him than he can say. He feels like he's been made for this man, their bodies fit together so perfectly and it means something to Spencer that he hasn't been willing to let anyone else see him naked since that first time in high school, that first time he's always considered a mistake.
Every kiss, every nip, every lick that Joel leaves on his body is sacred to him. Joel's are the only lips that have traveled over him like this; Joel's cock is the only one that will ever be guided inside him; Joel's hands are the only ones that will ever touch him this way. There's no other option, it will only ever be Joel who sees Spencer like this, and there's a confidence that comes with that knowledge. It's a confidence that lets him say the things he's said because as far as Spencer is concerned, Joel is more than just a boyfriend, he's become a partner. He trusts Joel with his life, with his heart, with his body, and there's nobody in this world who could change that.
He runs his hands over Joel's shoulderblades, raking his nails down the other man's back and spreading his legs to invite Joel even closer toward him. He lets his hands come to a rest on Joel's ass, leaning his neck foward to lick over the hollow of Joel's neck. "So that's Saturday," he teases. "If you have any other requests, you know I'd do anything for you."