It's amazing and Joel has never felt anything like it. That's the only thing he's capable of thinking as Spencer's body suddenly tightens around his fingers, his muscles clenching down hard and Joel knows nothing he has ever done with any person can ever compare to this. He's known it for a long time, since the very first time he and Spencer were intimate, he's known their entire sexual relationship will be leaps and bounds beyond anything else he's ever experienced, but even this, which should be a little strange, which is out of the ordinary in so many ways, it's absolutely incredible. Joel has been with two other women, but neither of them had ever responded to his touch in this way and he isn't surprised because he knows what he and Spencer share is exceptional, but it's startling in some ways all the same. Because for a moment, he'd thought he knew what to expect, but suddenly he's here and Spencer is coming and Joel can feel it all the way through him. He can feel the clenching of Spencer's muscles and the roll of his hips and he can feel it in the way Spencer's chest is moving and Joel pulls back a little to watch the way his breasts move. His eyes widen just a little when Spencer touches himself, watching the way he tightens his grip on his breast, and that, too, is such an incredible turn on that for a second Joel isn't even sure what he's doing, if he's contributing to this at all or if Spencer has taken complete control.
But then Spencer is speaking and Joel manages to lift his gaze, meeting his husband's eyes and his face is different, but he'd meant what he had said earlier. He can see Spencer there, he can see it in his eyes, in the edge of his jaw, even in the curve of his mouth. The way Spencer is looking at him now is the same way he's looked at him a hundred times before and Joel smiles, sliding up his body a little so he can press a kiss to his mouth. Slowly, he thrusts his fingers into Spencer a few more times, dragging it out, not wanting to take his hand away just yet, but at the same time he just wants to be inside his husband now. It takes him a second and he groans against Spencer's mouth, but eventually he's able to drag himself away, his fingers slowly sliding out of Spencer and he reaches down, his hand cover Spencer's on his cock.
"I love you," he breathes against Spencer's mouth. That's what it comes down to at the end of it all. This feels good and the fact that Spencer is letting him do this is incredible. He loves that they trust each other so much that this experience, which could have been uncomfortable and frightening and more than a little unsettling, is turning into a kind of intimacy they've never shared. It has everything to do with how much they trust each other and he knows it. There is no one else in the world he could have found this with and he knows it. There's simply no one else he'd ever trust in this way and he thinks once again just how lucky he is to have married the one person in the world he can give everything to without fear of rejection. The one person he trusts to love him unconditionally.
He's holding himself in one hand, his fingers covering Spencer's as he moves over his husband's body. He shifts, moving his weight onto his knees as he slides his other hand down Spencer's inner thigh, pressing his legs open a little wider before he leans forward and braces himself on one elbow beside Spencer's body. "Remember," he breathes, the word catching in his throat as his hips roll forward and the head of his cock brushes against Spencer. He's so wet and it feels like his skin is burning hot and Joel has to fight back the groan that wants to all but rip out of him. And he has to fight back the urge to just thrust forward, to bury himself inside Spencer because he knows he needs to go slow. "Remember to tell me if it hurts."
But when his hips roll forward against this time, he carefully guides himself into Spencer, pressing inside him, taking his time. It's not just for Spencer that he goes slow, because he has to. If he doesn't, if he moves too quickly this will all be over before it even starts and Joel doesn't want that. He needs to make this last for as long as he possibly can.
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Date: 2015-01-22 03:30 am (UTC)But then Spencer is speaking and Joel manages to lift his gaze, meeting his husband's eyes and his face is different, but he'd meant what he had said earlier. He can see Spencer there, he can see it in his eyes, in the edge of his jaw, even in the curve of his mouth. The way Spencer is looking at him now is the same way he's looked at him a hundred times before and Joel smiles, sliding up his body a little so he can press a kiss to his mouth. Slowly, he thrusts his fingers into Spencer a few more times, dragging it out, not wanting to take his hand away just yet, but at the same time he just wants to be inside his husband now. It takes him a second and he groans against Spencer's mouth, but eventually he's able to drag himself away, his fingers slowly sliding out of Spencer and he reaches down, his hand cover Spencer's on his cock.
"I love you," he breathes against Spencer's mouth. That's what it comes down to at the end of it all. This feels good and the fact that Spencer is letting him do this is incredible. He loves that they trust each other so much that this experience, which could have been uncomfortable and frightening and more than a little unsettling, is turning into a kind of intimacy they've never shared. It has everything to do with how much they trust each other and he knows it. There is no one else in the world he could have found this with and he knows it. There's simply no one else he'd ever trust in this way and he thinks once again just how lucky he is to have married the one person in the world he can give everything to without fear of rejection. The one person he trusts to love him unconditionally.
He's holding himself in one hand, his fingers covering Spencer's as he moves over his husband's body. He shifts, moving his weight onto his knees as he slides his other hand down Spencer's inner thigh, pressing his legs open a little wider before he leans forward and braces himself on one elbow beside Spencer's body. "Remember," he breathes, the word catching in his throat as his hips roll forward and the head of his cock brushes against Spencer. He's so wet and it feels like his skin is burning hot and Joel has to fight back the groan that wants to all but rip out of him. And he has to fight back the urge to just thrust forward, to bury himself inside Spencer because he knows he needs to go slow. "Remember to tell me if it hurts."
But when his hips roll forward against this time, he carefully guides himself into Spencer, pressing inside him, taking his time. It's not just for Spencer that he goes slow, because he has to. If he doesn't, if he moves too quickly this will all be over before it even starts and Joel doesn't want that. He needs to make this last for as long as he possibly can.