"God, Joel." In Spencer's mind, he's screaming the words but it comes out as a mere gasp as Joel's fingers slide against him, circle his clit and slowly drive him mad with a lust for his husband that really isn't new but still feels that way all the same. He's trying to keep his eyes on Joel's as he scrambles for an answer, a simple promise even though he's confident enough already that having Joel buried inside him in this body is absolutely going to feel good and while there may be some pain because he supposes that technically, he is a virgin in this body, he's not going to let it stop them. There'd been pain the first time they'd been intimate, too, but nothing so horrible that he couldn't bear it and by the end, he'd forgotten it'd been there in the first place.
Still, Joel's waiting for an answer, and Spencer tries to focus past the way his body is trembling from his husband's touch until he manages a frantic nod. "I promise," he says, voice shaking as he reaches up to brush a curl behind Joel's ear and tightens his grip on Joel's cock, rubbing his thumb over the tip. There are so many sensations prickling over his body right now that he doesn't quite know how to keep up with them all, from the flicker of Joel's tongue over his nipple and the cooling sensation that's left behind to the heat that seems to be growing between his legs. He drapes his arm around Joel's neck for support as his hips buck against his husband's hand, stroking Joel's cock in time with the circles being rubbed against his clit as he leans his head back.
"I promise," he says again, "I trust you, baby, I always trust you." He wants more, needs more. He wants to spend the entire day in bed, letting Joel explore this new body and using it to find the best ways to make Joel moan. He wants to feel Joel enter him slowly, slow enough to make him beg until they fall into a steady rhythm that makes them both come and later, he wants Joel to fuck him into the mattress, hard enough to shake the walls. He wants Joel to fuck his mouth, wants to feel Joel's fingers and tongue inside of him, wants to ignore the rest of the world while they lie here together and revel in the smell of sex. He wants to take advantage of this while they can because it's important, it's unique to them and always will be, just another way of showing each other just how much they love each other because not even something as unexpected as this could make either of them walk away.
Everything about Joel seems bigger now--the broadness of his chest and shoulders, his hands, the feel of his cock in Spencer's grasp--and there's no mistaking the frustration in the heavy sigh Spencer lets out before he bites down hard on his bottom lip, hard enough that for a second, he thinks he might actually draw blood. It doesn't surprise him that Joel would drive him absolutely crazy right now, this happens all the time, but in this body, it's essentially like being touched for the first time so every single movement, even every lack of movement, has Spencer seeing stars because he knows exactly what he wants. Joel knows exactly what he wants, Spencer can hear him thinking about it, about the heat radiating off every part of his body, and Spencer thinks he might be dangerously close to coming just from the thought of having Joel's cock finally slide into him.
It wouldn't be so bad, he supposes, it's not as if he needs recovery time in this state, so perhaps it wouldn't be such a terrible thing to let Joel take it step by step at first. It's Monday, after all, the store is closed and while they'd planned to do work on the nursery today, Spencer is sure that his husband won't find it disagreeable to save that for later. He swallows hard, gently releasing his hold on Joel's cock and letting his hand travel downward until his fingers meet his husband's on his clit, following the small circles as he gasps from the added pressure to the point that his eyes nearly roll into the back of his head from how incredible it feels. "Please," he murmurs, and he isn't sure which part of the fantasy he's built up in his head that he wants first, and he supposes it doesn't matter. Anything Joel does to him today will be everything Spencer needs.
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Date: 2015-01-20 03:33 am (UTC)Still, Joel's waiting for an answer, and Spencer tries to focus past the way his body is trembling from his husband's touch until he manages a frantic nod. "I promise," he says, voice shaking as he reaches up to brush a curl behind Joel's ear and tightens his grip on Joel's cock, rubbing his thumb over the tip. There are so many sensations prickling over his body right now that he doesn't quite know how to keep up with them all, from the flicker of Joel's tongue over his nipple and the cooling sensation that's left behind to the heat that seems to be growing between his legs. He drapes his arm around Joel's neck for support as his hips buck against his husband's hand, stroking Joel's cock in time with the circles being rubbed against his clit as he leans his head back.
"I promise," he says again, "I trust you, baby, I always trust you." He wants more, needs more. He wants to spend the entire day in bed, letting Joel explore this new body and using it to find the best ways to make Joel moan. He wants to feel Joel enter him slowly, slow enough to make him beg until they fall into a steady rhythm that makes them both come and later, he wants Joel to fuck him into the mattress, hard enough to shake the walls. He wants Joel to fuck his mouth, wants to feel Joel's fingers and tongue inside of him, wants to ignore the rest of the world while they lie here together and revel in the smell of sex. He wants to take advantage of this while they can because it's important, it's unique to them and always will be, just another way of showing each other just how much they love each other because not even something as unexpected as this could make either of them walk away.
Everything about Joel seems bigger now--the broadness of his chest and shoulders, his hands, the feel of his cock in Spencer's grasp--and there's no mistaking the frustration in the heavy sigh Spencer lets out before he bites down hard on his bottom lip, hard enough that for a second, he thinks he might actually draw blood. It doesn't surprise him that Joel would drive him absolutely crazy right now, this happens all the time, but in this body, it's essentially like being touched for the first time so every single movement, even every lack of movement, has Spencer seeing stars because he knows exactly what he wants. Joel knows exactly what he wants, Spencer can hear him thinking about it, about the heat radiating off every part of his body, and Spencer thinks he might be dangerously close to coming just from the thought of having Joel's cock finally slide into him.
It wouldn't be so bad, he supposes, it's not as if he needs recovery time in this state, so perhaps it wouldn't be such a terrible thing to let Joel take it step by step at first. It's Monday, after all, the store is closed and while they'd planned to do work on the nursery today, Spencer is sure that his husband won't find it disagreeable to save that for later. He swallows hard, gently releasing his hold on Joel's cock and letting his hand travel downward until his fingers meet his husband's on his clit, following the small circles as he gasps from the added pressure to the point that his eyes nearly roll into the back of his head from how incredible it feels. "Please," he murmurs, and he isn't sure which part of the fantasy he's built up in his head that he wants first, and he supposes it doesn't matter. Anything Joel does to him today will be everything Spencer needs.