Watching Joel's cock disappear into him then slip halfway back out is something Spencer is certain he'll never tire of and the addition of Joel's thumb pressing against his clit only makes him want to throw his head back and shout. Nothing makes it out of his mouth when his jaw drops open, though he keeps his head steady because he knows what Joel wants, knows that his husband wants to be able to see him when he comes, and Spencer understands that because to see the ecstasy playing across Joel's features just now had been beyond incredible. That he can have the same effect on his husband in this body means everything, feeling Joel spill into him and having Joel want to do all in his power to make sure Spencer comes again, it's overwhelming and with that, Spencer comes with a shudder and strangled gasp of Joel's name.
He lets himself fall forward until his palms hit the mattress, and he lets out a short laugh as he lowers himself the rest of the way to rest his head against Joel's shoulders, trying to catch his breath and let his pulse slow back into a more regular pace. Joel's still half-hard inside him and it feels different still having him there, different from the way it is when he's in a male body but not in a bad way. He quite enjoys it, really, which comes as no surprise, and he experimentally circles his hips again just to know what it's like after the fact. It only serves to send another jolt of pleasure through him, and he muffles his gasp against his husband's collarbone until the tremors running through him stop.
"That was-- It-- You're--" The words escape him through his panting, but Spencer knows Joel will understand. He finds it a bit humorous that they're both so capable with each other, such experts in knowing exactly how to make the other feel good when they're naked and together like this and as he always does after they make love, Spencer wishes they could just stay like this forever. It's a bit childish, he thinks, but Joel brings out that side of him, a sort of innocence and a view on the world that has become so optimistic because there's nothing that can ruin him too horribly as long as Joel is by his side. Some might think him blinded, to carry on through life with the belief that they can carry on through anything together, but Spencer simply knows better because they can. They'd kept on going through their lives on their own now for years, after all, it shouldn't come as a surprise that they'd be able to withstand anything else now that they're stronger with each other.
"I don't want to move," he groans, tilting his head back to press a kiss to Joel's jawline with a contended sigh. He's still reeling from his orgasm, still so sensitive from having Joel inside him, but he's beyond sated. He could fall asleep here and now, without question, but one thing in particular he'd heard in Joel's mind is what keeps him willing to keep his eyes open. "I did hear something about a shower though, didn't I?" Their bodies are coated with sweat, though not as sticky as usual, and the thought of letting Joel carry him to the shower like this is nothing short of appealing. "It's Monday, the store's closed, we don't have to be anywhere else, right? We can get in the shower and rinse off, come back to bed and just work from home. Or watch your dancing show, we still have it on the DVR."
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Date: 2015-01-31 05:58 am (UTC)He lets himself fall forward until his palms hit the mattress, and he lets out a short laugh as he lowers himself the rest of the way to rest his head against Joel's shoulders, trying to catch his breath and let his pulse slow back into a more regular pace. Joel's still half-hard inside him and it feels different still having him there, different from the way it is when he's in a male body but not in a bad way. He quite enjoys it, really, which comes as no surprise, and he experimentally circles his hips again just to know what it's like after the fact. It only serves to send another jolt of pleasure through him, and he muffles his gasp against his husband's collarbone until the tremors running through him stop.
"That was-- It-- You're--" The words escape him through his panting, but Spencer knows Joel will understand. He finds it a bit humorous that they're both so capable with each other, such experts in knowing exactly how to make the other feel good when they're naked and together like this and as he always does after they make love, Spencer wishes they could just stay like this forever. It's a bit childish, he thinks, but Joel brings out that side of him, a sort of innocence and a view on the world that has become so optimistic because there's nothing that can ruin him too horribly as long as Joel is by his side. Some might think him blinded, to carry on through life with the belief that they can carry on through anything together, but Spencer simply knows better because they can. They'd kept on going through their lives on their own now for years, after all, it shouldn't come as a surprise that they'd be able to withstand anything else now that they're stronger with each other.
"I don't want to move," he groans, tilting his head back to press a kiss to Joel's jawline with a contended sigh. He's still reeling from his orgasm, still so sensitive from having Joel inside him, but he's beyond sated. He could fall asleep here and now, without question, but one thing in particular he'd heard in Joel's mind is what keeps him willing to keep his eyes open. "I did hear something about a shower though, didn't I?" Their bodies are coated with sweat, though not as sticky as usual, and the thought of letting Joel carry him to the shower like this is nothing short of appealing. "It's Monday, the store's closed, we don't have to be anywhere else, right? We can get in the shower and rinse off, come back to bed and just work from home. Or watch your dancing show, we still have it on the DVR."