Everything, every last part of him, feels like it's letting off sparks. Joel rolls them easily, and it's only a reminder of how much bigger his husband is than him now. Joel's always been strong, has always looked strong, but despite what people might assume about him, Spencer can hold his own against his husband well enough--except on the occasions that he simply doesn't want to do such a thing, which is most of the time they're in bed together, if he's honest. He likes it when Joel handles him, is maybe a little less careful with him some nights than others, but he knows that's only because of the trust they have in each other. With someone else, it might be frightening to find bruises left on his hips or marks left on his skin that he's just barely able to cover with a shirt the next day; but with Joel, it's different, which can hardly come as a surprise anymore.
He's gentler with this body than he is with Spencer's regular one, but it's not so careful that it seems like he thinks Spencer might break. It's true that his body is significantly softer now, curvier, his skin impeccably untouched and smooth and sensitive to the way Joel's fingers brush over it, but he would hate for Joel to think that he has to hold back in some way. They're never more open with each other than when they're making love, he thinks, even without the extra addition of his ability to read minds. They don't need words here, bared for each other and being the most intimate they can possibly be, and with those thoughts it mind, Spencer lets out a whimpered gasp as Joel's cock pumps into him at just the right spot. He's dizzy with the need to come again, entirely unsure of where he wants his hands to be as he brings one down to rub a finger over his clit again, knowing very well that his husband is looking, and the other to brace against Joel's chest as he bounces a little faster, a little harder.
A strangled groan escapes him and his eyes widen as his head falls back from the pleasure that shoots through him. He knows how to fuck his husband like this, knows what feels right and good, even in this body, and he's trying so desperately to hold himself together because if he comes again before Joel is finished, Spencer isn't sure that he'll be able to stay upright long enough to give his husband relief. The sound of skin against skin comes to a stop as he slams himself down onto Joel's cock, crying out at how unbelievably deep he feels like he's taking his husband, and he stays in place for a moment before circling his hips without lifting himself. He rocks over his husband, letting their eyes connect as he slows his touch to his clit and leans forward to close the gap between them, clasping his hand over the one Joel has on his breast. "Love you," he murmurs, brushing his lips over Joel's and shutting his eyes tight at the shudder that courses through him.
"I want to feel you come inside me," Spencer says, tightening his muscles and rolling his hips again before letting out another gasp at the impact. He does it again, again and again, and he knows he's done all that he can to delay his second orgasm. "God, you're so incredible, baby, so beautiful and perfect, you're everything."
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He's gentler with this body than he is with Spencer's regular one, but it's not so careful that it seems like he thinks Spencer might break. It's true that his body is significantly softer now, curvier, his skin impeccably untouched and smooth and sensitive to the way Joel's fingers brush over it, but he would hate for Joel to think that he has to hold back in some way. They're never more open with each other than when they're making love, he thinks, even without the extra addition of his ability to read minds. They don't need words here, bared for each other and being the most intimate they can possibly be, and with those thoughts it mind, Spencer lets out a whimpered gasp as Joel's cock pumps into him at just the right spot. He's dizzy with the need to come again, entirely unsure of where he wants his hands to be as he brings one down to rub a finger over his clit again, knowing very well that his husband is looking, and the other to brace against Joel's chest as he bounces a little faster, a little harder.
A strangled groan escapes him and his eyes widen as his head falls back from the pleasure that shoots through him. He knows how to fuck his husband like this, knows what feels right and good, even in this body, and he's trying so desperately to hold himself together because if he comes again before Joel is finished, Spencer isn't sure that he'll be able to stay upright long enough to give his husband relief. The sound of skin against skin comes to a stop as he slams himself down onto Joel's cock, crying out at how unbelievably deep he feels like he's taking his husband, and he stays in place for a moment before circling his hips without lifting himself. He rocks over his husband, letting their eyes connect as he slows his touch to his clit and leans forward to close the gap between them, clasping his hand over the one Joel has on his breast. "Love you," he murmurs, brushing his lips over Joel's and shutting his eyes tight at the shudder that courses through him.
"I want to feel you come inside me," Spencer says, tightening his muscles and rolling his hips again before letting out another gasp at the impact. He does it again, again and again, and he knows he's done all that he can to delay his second orgasm. "God, you're so incredible, baby, so beautiful and perfect, you're everything."