Spencer pulls back to look up at Joel with a surprised but pleased smile,
eyes shining with desire as he slowly nods, pumping his fist over his cock
against before moving his other hand so his fingertips sweep lightly over
Joel's own length. "You always have the best ideas," he says, wetting his
lips as he gently presses his hands against Joel's shoulders, encouraging
him to move down the bed until his head is between Spencer's legs.
Normally, he'd be happy to wait it out, to let Joel take his time and be as
gentle as he always is, to revel in the feeling of Joel's hands traveling
over his body; but he knows that if he lets that happen, he'll be hard and
ready to come again by the time Joel even gets to his cock, and he wants
what Joel wants right now. He wants Joel's lips on him, wants to let his
head fall back against the pillows behind him and roll his hips against his
boyfriend's skilled tongue.
Once Joel has positioned himself just right, Spencer moves his hands to
comb through his hair as he shivers at the way Joel's beard tickles his
skin. His legs are spread wide and his breaths are coming more and more
shallow because he's already anticipating the warmth of Joel's mouth and
his fingers tighten in Joel's hair. "God," he mutters under his breath
before huffing a short laugh. "You haven't even touched me yet, and I-- I
feel like--"
He feels like there's an incredible amount of energy crackling between
them, a spark that has been there from the very start; he knows that
because he'd felt it between them, while they'd been drunk in the library
with their fingers almost brushing; he'd felt it on that park bench,
the first time Joel had taken his hand; the first time they'd kissed, the
second and third time, and every time they've kissed; he feels it every
day, that spark that runs through him like an electric current and
makes him shudder like nothing and nobody else has done for him before.
"I feel like there's nothing else that could ever be better than this," he
finishes, and it's true. "That you want me like this, it's--" He laughs
again, rubbing a hand over his face because he's not even sure what he's
saying anymore, Joel's got him so aroused and his body is so sensitive and
he's not sure he could even be able to accurately say which way's up or
down right now so instead of saying it again, he goes with what he's
already said. "Nothing could ever be better than this. Than us."
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Date: 2014-08-01 02:40 am (UTC)Spencer pulls back to look up at Joel with a surprised but pleased smile, eyes shining with desire as he slowly nods, pumping his fist over his cock against before moving his other hand so his fingertips sweep lightly over Joel's own length. "You always have the best ideas," he says, wetting his lips as he gently presses his hands against Joel's shoulders, encouraging him to move down the bed until his head is between Spencer's legs. Normally, he'd be happy to wait it out, to let Joel take his time and be as gentle as he always is, to revel in the feeling of Joel's hands traveling over his body; but he knows that if he lets that happen, he'll be hard and ready to come again by the time Joel even gets to his cock, and he wants what Joel wants right now. He wants Joel's lips on him, wants to let his head fall back against the pillows behind him and roll his hips against his boyfriend's skilled tongue.
Once Joel has positioned himself just right, Spencer moves his hands to comb through his hair as he shivers at the way Joel's beard tickles his skin. His legs are spread wide and his breaths are coming more and more shallow because he's already anticipating the warmth of Joel's mouth and his fingers tighten in Joel's hair. "God," he mutters under his breath before huffing a short laugh. "You haven't even touched me yet, and I-- I feel like--"
He feels like there's an incredible amount of energy crackling between them, a spark that has been there from the very start; he knows that because he'd felt it between them, while they'd been drunk in the library with their fingers almost brushing; he'd felt it on that park bench, the first time Joel had taken his hand; the first time they'd kissed, the second and third time, and every time they've kissed; he feels it every day, that spark that runs through him like an electric current and makes him shudder like nothing and nobody else has done for him before.
"I feel like there's nothing else that could ever be better than this," he finishes, and it's true. "That you want me like this, it's--" He laughs again, rubbing a hand over his face because he's not even sure what he's saying anymore, Joel's got him so aroused and his body is so sensitive and he's not sure he could even be able to accurately say which way's up or down right now so instead of saying it again, he goes with what he's already said. "Nothing could ever be better than this. Than us."