"Don't tease me like that," he says, though it's through another moan, and he's not just talking about the way Joel's fingers slip out of him before Joel wraps one arm around his waist and his other hand around his cock. He knows Joel is leaving it up to him, letting him take control in an environment Spencer doesn't feel remotely in control of, and he feels a fresh surge of affection for the man who's holding him above the gentle crash of the waves.
He's also talking, though, about what Joel says about quitting his job. He knows his boyfriend isn't being serious about closing the store but sometimes, in moments like this or when they're lying in bed together or even when Joel does something as small as smile at him from across the room, Spencer thinks that he could do the same thing. He could drop everything for this man, go anywhere Joel wants to go because he can't imagine life without him now. The mere thought of losing Joel in any way is what makes Spencer lean in for an aggressive kiss, deep and passionate and raw, as he whimpers at the sound of Joel cursing before he lifts his hips so he can settle onto Joel's cock.
"I--ah, god, I would leave the library in a second if it meant we could do this full-time," he says, and he buries his face against Joel's shoulder as he guides Joel into him. It's rougher than usual thanks to the sting of the salt water, he's still tight even though he tries to relax so he can accept Joel's length, and his entire body is trembling from how tense he is as his breaths come in shallow gasps until Joel is finally filling him entirely.
He needs to stay still for a moment and Joel seems to understand that because he only holds Spencer closer. The lapping of the waves that surround them soothes Spencer into a more relaxed state and he pulls back slightly so he can leave a trail of kisses from Joel's collarbone up to his neck until he riches his lips for something softer this time, something sweet and encouraging to let Joel know he's okay. The waves give him leverage, make it easier for him to pull himself up only to sink back down onto Joel's cock with a moan. Joel's body is the only warmth he's getting from the comparative coolness of the ocean but he can feel his body flushing from the rush of pleasure that's pulsing through him.
He rests his forehead against Joel's, eyes closed and lips parted as he keeps moving slowly but steadily, grateful that they've found somewhere so isolated because he wants them to be able to take their time. Being intimate in the ocean, under the light of the moon and stars, is something he wants to savor for as long as he can.
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He's also talking, though, about what Joel says about quitting his job. He knows his boyfriend isn't being serious about closing the store but sometimes, in moments like this or when they're lying in bed together or even when Joel does something as small as smile at him from across the room, Spencer thinks that he could do the same thing. He could drop everything for this man, go anywhere Joel wants to go because he can't imagine life without him now. The mere thought of losing Joel in any way is what makes Spencer lean in for an aggressive kiss, deep and passionate and raw, as he whimpers at the sound of Joel cursing before he lifts his hips so he can settle onto Joel's cock.
"I--ah, god, I would leave the library in a second if it meant we could do this full-time," he says, and he buries his face against Joel's shoulder as he guides Joel into him. It's rougher than usual thanks to the sting of the salt water, he's still tight even though he tries to relax so he can accept Joel's length, and his entire body is trembling from how tense he is as his breaths come in shallow gasps until Joel is finally filling him entirely.
He needs to stay still for a moment and Joel seems to understand that because he only holds Spencer closer. The lapping of the waves that surround them soothes Spencer into a more relaxed state and he pulls back slightly so he can leave a trail of kisses from Joel's collarbone up to his neck until he riches his lips for something softer this time, something sweet and encouraging to let Joel know he's okay. The waves give him leverage, make it easier for him to pull himself up only to sink back down onto Joel's cock with a moan. Joel's body is the only warmth he's getting from the comparative coolness of the ocean but he can feel his body flushing from the rush of pleasure that's pulsing through him.
He rests his forehead against Joel's, eyes closed and lips parted as he keeps moving slowly but steadily, grateful that they've found somewhere so isolated because he wants them to be able to take their time. Being intimate in the ocean, under the light of the moon and stars, is something he wants to savor for as long as he can.