He's quietly grateful for the stability of Joel's feet touching the sand, even though he's rationally aware that it isn't as if his own boyfriend would let him drown even if they'd floated out further into the sea. Those worrisome thoughts don't last long, though, not when Joel is pushing a finger into him and Spencer lets out a low, guttural moan as he tries to relax against the touch. It's not the same without the lube, not that this isn't something he'd already expected, but it's not unwelcome because he knows how good Joel can make him feel. It takes longer for him to adjust than usual, if only because being in the water is making him tense up, and when Joel slides his finger in past his knuckle, Spencer is already breathing hard as he clings to Joel as best as he can.
"Joel." It comes out as more of a whisper than anything else, and he knows he doesn't actually have to say anything because there's nothing that could describe this, the way Joel's finger twists and curves and moves inside him, and when he feels a second finger join in, he digs his fingernails into Joel's back with a hiss before crying out. "Oh, god, just-- don't stop, please, don't stop." His grip on Joel's length hasn't loosened and he rubs his thumb gingerly over the head of his boyfriend's cock as he grazes his teeth over Joel's neck before nibbling lightly at the curve of his shoulder.
This is only for them, Joel has said, and it sends a shiver through Spencer's spine because every time they're intimate is like going on a whole new adventure for him. They've only been having sex regularly for just over a couple weeks now but Joel has wasted no time in getting to know all of Spencer's most sensitive spots--though the other man seems to find another new one nearly every time--or figuring out just the right pace and the perfect way to grip Spencer's cock in his hand. These moments, even out here in the ocean, are just for them. They're something they'll only ever share with each other, and he smiles against Joel's skin as he trails his tongue over the hollow of Joel's throat. He gasps when a third finger enters him and it stings a bit but not in an unbearable way, it's nothing Spencer can't handle because he knows that one Joel guides his cock into his ass, he won't care about anything else.
He trusts Joel in everything, from keeping him from drowning to taking care of him when they're having sex, and he knows that trust is returned. It's why they're out here right now, naked in the ocean with three of Joel's fingers pumping in and out of Spencer as they're lifted every few seconds by the slow roll of the waves, and he lets out another moan as he tries to push himself down to get Joel's fingers even deeper. "God, I just want you to always be touching me."
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"Joel." It comes out as more of a whisper than anything else, and he knows he doesn't actually have to say anything because there's nothing that could describe this, the way Joel's finger twists and curves and moves inside him, and when he feels a second finger join in, he digs his fingernails into Joel's back with a hiss before crying out. "Oh, god, just-- don't stop, please, don't stop." His grip on Joel's length hasn't loosened and he rubs his thumb gingerly over the head of his boyfriend's cock as he grazes his teeth over Joel's neck before nibbling lightly at the curve of his shoulder.
This is only for them, Joel has said, and it sends a shiver through Spencer's spine because every time they're intimate is like going on a whole new adventure for him. They've only been having sex regularly for just over a couple weeks now but Joel has wasted no time in getting to know all of Spencer's most sensitive spots--though the other man seems to find another new one nearly every time--or figuring out just the right pace and the perfect way to grip Spencer's cock in his hand. These moments, even out here in the ocean, are just for them. They're something they'll only ever share with each other, and he smiles against Joel's skin as he trails his tongue over the hollow of Joel's throat. He gasps when a third finger enters him and it stings a bit but not in an unbearable way, it's nothing Spencer can't handle because he knows that one Joel guides his cock into his ass, he won't care about anything else.
He trusts Joel in everything, from keeping him from drowning to taking care of him when they're having sex, and he knows that trust is returned. It's why they're out here right now, naked in the ocean with three of Joel's fingers pumping in and out of Spencer as they're lifted every few seconds by the slow roll of the waves, and he lets out another moan as he tries to push himself down to get Joel's fingers even deeper. "God, I just want you to always be touching me."