Spencer has never looked in a mirror and thought of himself as particularly attractive. In a town like this, filled to the brim with people who often seem to appear ethereal in their beauty, he hasn't found much reason to consider himself much more than average. On occasion, his brother would nudge him as they walked down the street together and murmur that someone passing by had given him a visual seal of approval, but Spencer would only shake his head in denial and roll his eyes because frankly, it hadn't mattered. Being paid attention like that could only ever lead to reddening cheeks and unstoppable stammering, very much like what had occurred when he'd realized his interest in Joel. It's when his husband tells him things like this, that he's gorgeous, beautiful, perfect, and only when his husband tells him that Spencer believes it.
It hardly matters to him now what other people think when they look at him, whether they find him pleasing or not to look at, and he's caught snippets of thoughts throughout the past week that have shown him that perhaps he's a bit more ignorant of the way he's regarded than he might have thought but Joel's opinion is still the only one he cares about. His husband loves him, Spencer doesn't need to read his mind to be sure of that, it's been proven in every single word, look, and gesture over the past two hundred and forty-eight days. Joel doesn't love him because he's a man, he just loves him, and that means more to Spencer than anything else ever could.
There is no proper response for what Joel says, he thinks, Spencer doesn't know where to begin, so he nips lightly at his husband's neck instead, smiling softly against his skin as they move in perfect harmony. They've had no practice like this together and yet, it still feels so right, so much like they're simply meant to be doing this by virtue of the fact that they're Spencer and Joel. He rakes his nails down the length of Joel's back until he reaches his ass, practically gasping for air as his eyes fly open when Joel lifts him and changes the angle of his thrusts. He can feel his husband, feel how deep Joel is inside of him, and it feels like every last hair on his body is standing on end from how electric Joel's touch is, how desperate Spencer is to never have him stop doing this.
There's no telling how long he'll be like this, whether he'll change back to his regular body today or tomorrow or next week or next month, and though that last possibility strikes a nerve in him, he's far too lost in the sudden shocks of pleasure pulsing through him when Joel's cock seems to reach that one particular spot inside him, hitting it over and over again until Spencer has to let go of his ass as his toes curl and he has fistfuls of blankets. "Joel, please," he whines, lifting his hips as best he can while still in Joel's grasp to meet each thrust with a little extra force. "Please, I-- I want--" He wants everything, wants more, wants Joel to make love to him and fuck him all at once, and Spencer thinks his mind must be starting to unravel because he can barely make sense of words anymore, they aren't coming to him like they should. Even that, though, isn't abnormal when he's naked with his husband, it's a response he's grown quite accustomed to because Joel knows exactly how to undo him, even without ever having to take his clothes off.
"Wanna ride you," he manages to mutter through a moan, fixing his eyes on Joel's. They may not get another chance, not in this body, and he wants to push the experience as far as he can while they can.
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Date: 2015-01-25 07:51 pm (UTC)It hardly matters to him now what other people think when they look at him, whether they find him pleasing or not to look at, and he's caught snippets of thoughts throughout the past week that have shown him that perhaps he's a bit more ignorant of the way he's regarded than he might have thought but Joel's opinion is still the only one he cares about. His husband loves him, Spencer doesn't need to read his mind to be sure of that, it's been proven in every single word, look, and gesture over the past two hundred and forty-eight days. Joel doesn't love him because he's a man, he just loves him, and that means more to Spencer than anything else ever could.
There is no proper response for what Joel says, he thinks, Spencer doesn't know where to begin, so he nips lightly at his husband's neck instead, smiling softly against his skin as they move in perfect harmony. They've had no practice like this together and yet, it still feels so right, so much like they're simply meant to be doing this by virtue of the fact that they're Spencer and Joel. He rakes his nails down the length of Joel's back until he reaches his ass, practically gasping for air as his eyes fly open when Joel lifts him and changes the angle of his thrusts. He can feel his husband, feel how deep Joel is inside of him, and it feels like every last hair on his body is standing on end from how electric Joel's touch is, how desperate Spencer is to never have him stop doing this.
There's no telling how long he'll be like this, whether he'll change back to his regular body today or tomorrow or next week or next month, and though that last possibility strikes a nerve in him, he's far too lost in the sudden shocks of pleasure pulsing through him when Joel's cock seems to reach that one particular spot inside him, hitting it over and over again until Spencer has to let go of his ass as his toes curl and he has fistfuls of blankets. "Joel, please," he whines, lifting his hips as best he can while still in Joel's grasp to meet each thrust with a little extra force. "Please, I-- I want--" He wants everything, wants more, wants Joel to make love to him and fuck him all at once, and Spencer thinks his mind must be starting to unravel because he can barely make sense of words anymore, they aren't coming to him like they should. Even that, though, isn't abnormal when he's naked with his husband, it's a response he's grown quite accustomed to because Joel knows exactly how to undo him, even without ever having to take his clothes off.
"Wanna ride you," he manages to mutter through a moan, fixing his eyes on Joel's. They may not get another chance, not in this body, and he wants to push the experience as far as he can while they can.