That's exactly what it is and Joel nods, breathless already as Spencer's small hand wraps around his cock. It's just the two of them, no matter what, and he drops his head, pressing another kiss to Spencer's skin before his lips brush over his nipple, gentle at first, barely the softest touch before he lets his teeth scrape against the same skin, waiting to see what kind of reaction it draws out of his husband. He can feel Spencer's nipple hard under his lips and it bring a grin to his mouth, his lips curving before his tongue sweeps out. It's amazing how willing he'd been to never touch another woman like this again, how easy it had been to just give this up, and yet how much he's enjoying it now. It's only because this is Spencer. Somehow Spencer makes every last little moment a hundred times more enjoyable than Joel would have ever known possible. His hand smooths down Spencer's body again, down his side, his fingers spread and he's never felt like a particularly large man, has never noticed the span of his hand, not until now. Not until he's touching his husband and covering a much larger area than he usually does.
"It's always going to be just you and me,"he breathes against Spencer's skin as his hand smooths down over the curve of his hip and here is where he feels the most difference. Besides the fact that Spencer has breasts, that his cock is gone, this is where he notices the biggest difference. He's used to the sharp angles of Spencer's hips, holding onto hard edges of bone as he pushes him down into the bed. He's used to sliding his hand over surprisingly well muscled thighs and this is entirely unlike that. There's a roundness to Spencer's hips that Joel has never known before and while his thighs are still smooth and firm, it's not like it had been before at all. He slips his hand down around the back of Spencer's thigh, then shifts on top of him, sliding his fingers up the inside of his thigh instead and he can feel it already. How different everything is, the heat that seems to be pouring off him, radiating from between his legs and Joel groans again, the sound vibrating across Spencer's skin.
It's just Spencer. Everything boils down to that little piece of knowledge that he loves Spencer so much that he'll do anything for him. It doesn't matter what he looks like, it never will, he'll just be happy to be beside him for the rest of his life. The fact that he's allowed to kiss him and touch him in any body is just a bonus and Joel still doesn't understand how he's gotten so lucky, but he'll count his blessings every single day and will never taken for granted how lucky he is. He'll never forget.
And his hand stops for a moment, his fingers hovering just short of touching Spencer, and he's not doing it to be a tease, though as he lifts his head he certainly realizes it might be taken that way. Especially with the way Spencer seems to be arching toward him. "If anything... if it doesn't feel good or if anything hurts, you have to tell me," he murmurs and as he speaks, he can't seem to help himself. His fingers slide down, down into warmth and wetness and he groans again, shocked by the feeling. He'd forgotten this. He had completely forgotten what this could feel like.
"Promise me," he says, the tip of two fingers finding Spencer's clit and circling gently, teasingly, not nearly enough to do anything more than drive him a little bit crazy. "Promise me you'll tell me." Spencer's skin feels like it's burning hot and Joel knows it can't be, he can't possibly be that warm, but it feels like he is and still he can't draw his fingers away. They slip down again, rubbing gently, and he shivers deeply, his gaze on his husband's face, waiting for him to promise.
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Date: 2015-01-20 01:37 am (UTC)"It's always going to be just you and me,"he breathes against Spencer's skin as his hand smooths down over the curve of his hip and here is where he feels the most difference. Besides the fact that Spencer has breasts, that his cock is gone, this is where he notices the biggest difference. He's used to the sharp angles of Spencer's hips, holding onto hard edges of bone as he pushes him down into the bed. He's used to sliding his hand over surprisingly well muscled thighs and this is entirely unlike that. There's a roundness to Spencer's hips that Joel has never known before and while his thighs are still smooth and firm, it's not like it had been before at all. He slips his hand down around the back of Spencer's thigh, then shifts on top of him, sliding his fingers up the inside of his thigh instead and he can feel it already. How different everything is, the heat that seems to be pouring off him, radiating from between his legs and Joel groans again, the sound vibrating across Spencer's skin.
It's just Spencer. Everything boils down to that little piece of knowledge that he loves Spencer so much that he'll do anything for him. It doesn't matter what he looks like, it never will, he'll just be happy to be beside him for the rest of his life. The fact that he's allowed to kiss him and touch him in any body is just a bonus and Joel still doesn't understand how he's gotten so lucky, but he'll count his blessings every single day and will never taken for granted how lucky he is. He'll never forget.
And his hand stops for a moment, his fingers hovering just short of touching Spencer, and he's not doing it to be a tease, though as he lifts his head he certainly realizes it might be taken that way. Especially with the way Spencer seems to be arching toward him. "If anything... if it doesn't feel good or if anything hurts, you have to tell me," he murmurs and as he speaks, he can't seem to help himself. His fingers slide down, down into warmth and wetness and he groans again, shocked by the feeling. He'd forgotten this. He had completely forgotten what this could feel like.
"Promise me," he says, the tip of two fingers finding Spencer's clit and circling gently, teasingly, not nearly enough to do anything more than drive him a little bit crazy. "Promise me you'll tell me." Spencer's skin feels like it's burning hot and Joel knows it can't be, he can't possibly be that warm, but it feels like he is and still he can't draw his fingers away. They slip down again, rubbing gently, and he shivers deeply, his gaze on his husband's face, waiting for him to promise.