Spencer wants to keep his eyes open, he really does. He wants to watch the way Joel's expression changes as he sinks further into him, filling Spencer in an entirely new way that feels so different than what he's used to when they've made love before. Joel's careful, as always, and desperate as Spencer is for more friction, a faster pace, he knows this is how they need to start. He doesn't want to overestimate this body, what it can take, because as easily as Joel had been able to slip inside him, Spencer can feel how tight he is around his husband's cock. So he lets his eyes flutter shut, letting himself be overwhelmed by the sensation of Joel gently thrusting into him because right now, this feels right. Maybe Joel will be able to fuck him with more urgency later, maybe Spencer will change back to his regular self before they have a chance to get that far, but it doesn't matter because regardless of what body he is, Spencer knows they both feel like they're always going to fit perfectly with each other. There's no question of that, even when Spencer can't read Joel's mind.
Last week, when he'd first gotten the power, he'd been panicked, forgetting at first that he'd taken the potion because-- well, it simply hadn't been the first thing to cross his mind in the midst of coping with the fact that he'd suddenly developed powers. He'd been lucky enough to be alone with Joel in Crossroads at the time and the first indication had occurred when he'd glanced up to see Joel staring intently at his laptop while searching for inventory, curious as to why his husband was saying every title he scrolled past out loud until he'd realized Joel's lips weren't moving. His husband had been remained more calm in the face of that than he had this morning, though Spencer can hardly blame Joel for that, but what had kept him most grounded was the lack of Joel's scrambling to cover up anything he wouldn't Spencer to hear.
In the past week, the few people he's admitted to gaining this power to had responded in one of a couple ways: they'd either found a nearly immediate reason to excuse themselves from his presence or they'd tried to appear unaffected by the revelation while their minds worked overtime, often accompanied by a series of oh, god-type thoughts that had only made Spencer feel that much more awkward about everything. It's exactly why he hadn't told very many people at all, though he realizes that's not entirely fair; but leave it to Joel to be the one person who'd been fine with it because he hadn't had anything to hide in the first place.
"You-- You feel so--" Spencer tilts his head back against the mattress, exposing his neck and lifting his chest as he rolls his hips to meet Joel's thrusts as his husband starts a slow but steady rhythm. He hadn't known what to expect, how it would compare to having sex in his regular body, but he finds that it really isn't comparable at all. The feeling of Joel's cock inside him now is very different than what he knows, but it's a good kind of different, a very pleasurable kind of different that makes Spencer feel considerably better about his predicament. There are no words for this, he thinks, no way to properly explain how he feels right now. He's overwhelmed with love for his husband but that's not all, it's accompanied with a warmth he feels from where Joel's pushing into him to his clit to deep within his belly that travels all the way up to his chest.
If he'd been asked a year ago whether he thought he'd ever be in a relationship like this, Spencer would have laughed at the suggestion. He's never found himself particularly unlovable but his romantic life had simply been so non-existent that he'd been blind to anyone who might have shown even the slighest bit of interest. He doesn't think it's a coincidence that all of that had changed once he'd met Joel. The world had seen fit to keep Spencer waiting for this man and it'd been more than worth it. To be here now with his husband moving within him, pressing kisses against his skin, and mumuring his name, Spencer is more than content. This is the only place he's meant to be.
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Date: 2015-01-24 02:43 am (UTC)Last week, when he'd first gotten the power, he'd been panicked, forgetting at first that he'd taken the potion because-- well, it simply hadn't been the first thing to cross his mind in the midst of coping with the fact that he'd suddenly developed powers. He'd been lucky enough to be alone with Joel in Crossroads at the time and the first indication had occurred when he'd glanced up to see Joel staring intently at his laptop while searching for inventory, curious as to why his husband was saying every title he scrolled past out loud until he'd realized Joel's lips weren't moving. His husband had been remained more calm in the face of that than he had this morning, though Spencer can hardly blame Joel for that, but what had kept him most grounded was the lack of Joel's scrambling to cover up anything he wouldn't Spencer to hear.
In the past week, the few people he's admitted to gaining this power to had responded in one of a couple ways: they'd either found a nearly immediate reason to excuse themselves from his presence or they'd tried to appear unaffected by the revelation while their minds worked overtime, often accompanied by a series of oh, god-type thoughts that had only made Spencer feel that much more awkward about everything. It's exactly why he hadn't told very many people at all, though he realizes that's not entirely fair; but leave it to Joel to be the one person who'd been fine with it because he hadn't had anything to hide in the first place.
"You-- You feel so--" Spencer tilts his head back against the mattress, exposing his neck and lifting his chest as he rolls his hips to meet Joel's thrusts as his husband starts a slow but steady rhythm. He hadn't known what to expect, how it would compare to having sex in his regular body, but he finds that it really isn't comparable at all. The feeling of Joel's cock inside him now is very different than what he knows, but it's a good kind of different, a very pleasurable kind of different that makes Spencer feel considerably better about his predicament. There are no words for this, he thinks, no way to properly explain how he feels right now. He's overwhelmed with love for his husband but that's not all, it's accompanied with a warmth he feels from where Joel's pushing into him to his clit to deep within his belly that travels all the way up to his chest.
If he'd been asked a year ago whether he thought he'd ever be in a relationship like this, Spencer would have laughed at the suggestion. He's never found himself particularly unlovable but his romantic life had simply been so non-existent that he'd been blind to anyone who might have shown even the slighest bit of interest. He doesn't think it's a coincidence that all of that had changed once he'd met Joel. The world had seen fit to keep Spencer waiting for this man and it'd been more than worth it. To be here now with his husband moving within him, pressing kisses against his skin, and mumuring his name, Spencer is more than content. This is the only place he's meant to be.