"You're a perfect student," Joel answers with a small grin before he leans away from Spencer just enough to tug his cardigan and his t-shirt over his head at the same time. He takes care to drape them over a rock rather than throwing them in the sand, because when they come out of the ocean, wet and hopefully tired, he's fairly certain he'll regret having tossed his clothes in a pile of sand when he needs to put them back on. "You're always on time," he says, pressing a kiss to the corner of Spencer's mouth. "And you never talk back." He kisses the edge of his jaw, then smiles against his skin. "And when you do talk back, like the day in my car, it's never anything I don't want to hear."
His hands slide up under Spencer's shirt, fingers spreading against his ribs and his moan vibrates across Spencer's skin as he presses soft kisses along the underside of his jaw. As much as he's learned he loves sex with Spencer, he thinks he might be able to do this forever if it was asked of him. He might be able to just stand here, his hands on Spencer's warm skin, his nose buried in the curve of his throat, his teeth and tongue and lips moving over his skin. He's so easily distracted when it comes to his boyfriend, forgetting almost everything and everyone else around him whenever they're simply near each other. "You do have a tendency to distract your teacher, though," he murmurs, tugging Spencer's shirt up and over his head before he traces a path with his tongue along Spencer's collarbone.
Then he sinks to his knees in the sand, palming Spencer through his jeans, rubbing the heel of his hand against him as he grins up at him, his lower lip pulled between his teeth. "But I think I can forgive you for that," he decides as he uses his other hand to pop the button of Spencer's pants, tugging down the zipper before he curls his fingers in the waist and pulls them down. The night isn't exactly warm and he can feel goosebumps on Spencer's skin, though he doesn't know if it's from the light breeze or from what he's doing when he leans in and begins to trace the waist of Spencer's briefs with his teeth and tongue. All he wants to do is get Spencer completely naked and feel their bodies pressed together, but this is an awful lot of fun, too, and he ducks his head further, teasing his mouth over Spencer's cock through his briefs, his eyes closed, a low moan rumbling in his throat.
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His hands slide up under Spencer's shirt, fingers spreading against his ribs and his moan vibrates across Spencer's skin as he presses soft kisses along the underside of his jaw. As much as he's learned he loves sex with Spencer, he thinks he might be able to do this forever if it was asked of him. He might be able to just stand here, his hands on Spencer's warm skin, his nose buried in the curve of his throat, his teeth and tongue and lips moving over his skin. He's so easily distracted when it comes to his boyfriend, forgetting almost everything and everyone else around him whenever they're simply near each other. "You do have a tendency to distract your teacher, though," he murmurs, tugging Spencer's shirt up and over his head before he traces a path with his tongue along Spencer's collarbone.
Then he sinks to his knees in the sand, palming Spencer through his jeans, rubbing the heel of his hand against him as he grins up at him, his lower lip pulled between his teeth. "But I think I can forgive you for that," he decides as he uses his other hand to pop the button of Spencer's pants, tugging down the zipper before he curls his fingers in the waist and pulls them down. The night isn't exactly warm and he can feel goosebumps on Spencer's skin, though he doesn't know if it's from the light breeze or from what he's doing when he leans in and begins to trace the waist of Spencer's briefs with his teeth and tongue. All he wants to do is get Spencer completely naked and feel their bodies pressed together, but this is an awful lot of fun, too, and he ducks his head further, teasing his mouth over Spencer's cock through his briefs, his eyes closed, a low moan rumbling in his throat.