If he hadn't been aware of it already, the past week of being able to read minds would be more than enough proof of just how much Joel loves him. Every time Spencer closes a door to shut the rest of the world out behind them, every time he's walked into a room that's occupied only by his husband, every time he rounds a corner and Joel catches sight of him, Spencer's heard it. More than that, he's felt it so clearly, like it's something tangible and visible, much like that column of energy between them that will never fade away. Among the other voices in his head, when they're holding hands out on the street, Joel's always sounds most prominently and to be completely honest, when it's just the two of them, it's almost been like nothing's changed at all.
They've always been so in sync, from deciding together what they'd wanted for their future to the things they do to each other in bed, and he's beginning to allow himself to believe that just because his body has changed, that doesn't have to change. He gasps at the brush of Joel's thumb against his nipple, his entire body shuddering just at that, and he keeps his gaze locked with his husband's as he swallows hard, lifts a leg just slightly to drape over Joel's so he can inch even closer. "You'll never stop loving me," he murmurs, and he doesn't know if he says it out loud just to give himself a verbal reminder or to let Joel know that his thoughts are soothing, but he says it and knows it's true.
The love they share isn't ever going to be based on physical traits alone. They'd fallen in love with each other as men, they know each other inside and out as men, but if ever there was a good time to believe in the existence of soulmates, this is it. It'd taken this long to find each other, there's no way either of them would be willing to give this up over something as superficial as the way one of them might look. Spencer dips his head to press a kiss to the hollow of Joel's neck, the brush of his beard harsher on this newer, more sensitive skin of Spencer's but not unwelcome, and he rolls his hips so that the lower half of his body grinds against his husband's. It makes him shudder again, and he doesn't know if he's doing this right because the only time he'd ever been with a woman, she hadn't seemed particularly impressed with him.
He's hardly an expert on female anatomy; really, he's not more of an expert on Joel's than his own, at least that of his regular self, but he does know that the way Joel is touching him feels good. That can't come as any real surprise, of course, but at least it's something Spencer can make sense of while he's still trying to come to terms with the fact that he's been changed this way. He licks a trail from Joel's jawline down his neck until he nips lightly at his husband's collarbone, letting his hand travel over Joel's stomach until it rests just over his navel. He can feel Joel's cock twitch against him, and it makes him groan as he feels an aching between his legs, one that's so different from the typical fare, and he widens them as he lets out a heavy sigh of frustration.
He needs Joel to touch him, to show him that they'll work just as well together while Spencer's in this body as any other time. "I love you," he murmurs. Then again, more urgently. "Joel, I love you. Through everything, always, I love you so much."
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They've always been so in sync, from deciding together what they'd wanted for their future to the things they do to each other in bed, and he's beginning to allow himself to believe that just because his body has changed, that doesn't have to change. He gasps at the brush of Joel's thumb against his nipple, his entire body shuddering just at that, and he keeps his gaze locked with his husband's as he swallows hard, lifts a leg just slightly to drape over Joel's so he can inch even closer. "You'll never stop loving me," he murmurs, and he doesn't know if he says it out loud just to give himself a verbal reminder or to let Joel know that his thoughts are soothing, but he says it and knows it's true.
The love they share isn't ever going to be based on physical traits alone. They'd fallen in love with each other as men, they know each other inside and out as men, but if ever there was a good time to believe in the existence of soulmates, this is it. It'd taken this long to find each other, there's no way either of them would be willing to give this up over something as superficial as the way one of them might look. Spencer dips his head to press a kiss to the hollow of Joel's neck, the brush of his beard harsher on this newer, more sensitive skin of Spencer's but not unwelcome, and he rolls his hips so that the lower half of his body grinds against his husband's. It makes him shudder again, and he doesn't know if he's doing this right because the only time he'd ever been with a woman, she hadn't seemed particularly impressed with him.
He's hardly an expert on female anatomy; really, he's not more of an expert on Joel's than his own, at least that of his regular self, but he does know that the way Joel is touching him feels good. That can't come as any real surprise, of course, but at least it's something Spencer can make sense of while he's still trying to come to terms with the fact that he's been changed this way. He licks a trail from Joel's jawline down his neck until he nips lightly at his husband's collarbone, letting his hand travel over Joel's stomach until it rests just over his navel. He can feel Joel's cock twitch against him, and it makes him groan as he feels an aching between his legs, one that's so different from the typical fare, and he widens them as he lets out a heavy sigh of frustration.
He needs Joel to touch him, to show him that they'll work just as well together while Spencer's in this body as any other time. "I love you," he murmurs. Then again, more urgently. "Joel, I love you. Through everything, always, I love you so much."