In the nearly seven months that he and Joel have been having sex, Spencer has found that there seems to be nothing his husband can do that doesn't make him feel like he's on top of the world. When they're together like this, he's always sure that there isn't anyone else who could possibly feel as incredible as he does, as loved or as attended to, and he doesn't think he's taken a second of it for granted because every time Joel slips inside him again, Spencer is reminded of how just incredibly lucky he is that he has a man like this who loves him. While his love for Joel goes far beyond just the physical attraction between them, it's become such an enormous part of their relationship that Spencer can't even fathom a moment that he won't want to get his husband naked and moving inside him.
That Joel's feelings on the matter haven't changed just because Spencer doesn't look the way he's supposed to look fills Spencer with such adoration that it tightens his chest to the point that his breath hitches, though he supposes that might also be due to the fact that his husband has just pushed a finger inside him and now another. Spencer can feel the wetness between his legs spreading down his thighs as he writhes underneath Joel, moving his hips up and down to practically fuck himself because he's already losing patience. Between Joel's thumb on his clit, Joel's fingers moving so easily in and out of him, and the way Joel is paying such close attention to his nipple, Spencer doesn't know that he can handle much more of this at once.
Joel is good at this, at knowing how to maximize the pleasure he feels in this female body, and it's not that he isn't just as good as it when Spencer's a man but this is all so new that everything seems that much more sensitive, every touch makes him gasp or moan or whimper, and he pumps Joel's cock through his fist as best he can without bucking his hips every two seconds as each ripple of pleasure courses through him, causing every last inch of his body to tingle. "More," he murmurs, eyes slipping shut. "I need more, baby, I need-- Oh, god, I don't know, you're making me crazy, I need everything, all of it, all of you." It's not long before Joel's pushing a third finger in, and Spencer's eyes fly open as his jaw drops, trying to form words that won't come as he uses his other hand to grasp at his breast, muscles tightening around Joel's fingers as he feels a strange rush of something working through him. "Oh... Joel, I think-- I think I'm going to come, I-- Don't stop, baby, please, don't stop, I'm going to come."
Joel doesn't stop, he's relentless in the best possible way, and it's when he curls his fingers inside of him that Spencer finally lets go. He practically convulses on the bed, feet dropping to the mattress as his knees bend, and he can't stop rolling his hips as he grips his breast tighter, like it'll save him from feeling so overwhelmed by how amazing this feels. He feels dizzy, his mind is cloudy like he's waking up from a deep sleep, and he blinks lazily as he shudders from the aftershocks. His entire body feels flushed, like it's bit lit aflame, and he can see the rosy hue spreading across his chest as he watches Joel's teeth graze over his nipple. Spencer can't stop trembling, especially not through the continued treatment to his clit, and it makes him let out a strangled laugh.
"You haven't even fucked me yet," he says, breaths shallow from his first orgasm, and the mere thought of having Joel's cock stretching him further, of having his husband thrust into him and providing with all sorts of new sensations that they've never shared together, that they couldn't have shared together, very nearly threaten to put him over the edge all over again. He knows that Joel can feel his muscles tightening and loosening around him, and Spencer lets his gaze fall to his husband's cock as he licks his lips in anticipation. "I want you to feel how wet I am for you. Please, Joel, I need you to make me come again."
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That Joel's feelings on the matter haven't changed just because Spencer doesn't look the way he's supposed to look fills Spencer with such adoration that it tightens his chest to the point that his breath hitches, though he supposes that might also be due to the fact that his husband has just pushed a finger inside him and now another. Spencer can feel the wetness between his legs spreading down his thighs as he writhes underneath Joel, moving his hips up and down to practically fuck himself because he's already losing patience. Between Joel's thumb on his clit, Joel's fingers moving so easily in and out of him, and the way Joel is paying such close attention to his nipple, Spencer doesn't know that he can handle much more of this at once.
Joel is good at this, at knowing how to maximize the pleasure he feels in this female body, and it's not that he isn't just as good as it when Spencer's a man but this is all so new that everything seems that much more sensitive, every touch makes him gasp or moan or whimper, and he pumps Joel's cock through his fist as best he can without bucking his hips every two seconds as each ripple of pleasure courses through him, causing every last inch of his body to tingle. "More," he murmurs, eyes slipping shut. "I need more, baby, I need-- Oh, god, I don't know, you're making me crazy, I need everything, all of it, all of you." It's not long before Joel's pushing a third finger in, and Spencer's eyes fly open as his jaw drops, trying to form words that won't come as he uses his other hand to grasp at his breast, muscles tightening around Joel's fingers as he feels a strange rush of something working through him. "Oh... Joel, I think-- I think I'm going to come, I-- Don't stop, baby, please, don't stop, I'm going to come."
Joel doesn't stop, he's relentless in the best possible way, and it's when he curls his fingers inside of him that Spencer finally lets go. He practically convulses on the bed, feet dropping to the mattress as his knees bend, and he can't stop rolling his hips as he grips his breast tighter, like it'll save him from feeling so overwhelmed by how amazing this feels. He feels dizzy, his mind is cloudy like he's waking up from a deep sleep, and he blinks lazily as he shudders from the aftershocks. His entire body feels flushed, like it's bit lit aflame, and he can see the rosy hue spreading across his chest as he watches Joel's teeth graze over his nipple. Spencer can't stop trembling, especially not through the continued treatment to his clit, and it makes him let out a strangled laugh.
"You haven't even fucked me yet," he says, breaths shallow from his first orgasm, and the mere thought of having Joel's cock stretching him further, of having his husband thrust into him and providing with all sorts of new sensations that they've never shared together, that they couldn't have shared together, very nearly threaten to put him over the edge all over again. He knows that Joel can feel his muscles tightening and loosening around him, and Spencer lets his gaze fall to his husband's cock as he licks his lips in anticipation. "I want you to feel how wet I am for you. Please, Joel, I need you to make me come again."