It's so different from so much of what they've done together so far, but Joel finds he's not loving it any less. It's quiet and slow and Spencer has every last bit of control, even as Joel pumps his cock through his hand. A soft, shuddering moan escapes him when he feels Spencer's muscles tighten, when he feels his body pulled taut around his cock, and knows Spencer is coming, he can feel it in the changes in his body and it's not the same as being in bed, he can't feel Spencer spilling into his hand, but he knows at the same time that he has. It's different and Joel doesn't know if it's because of the gentle rhythm of the water or the silence around them or the dark, clear sky stretched out overhead, or maybe he's the thing that's different. Maybe it's knowing that his feelings have grown, that they've developed into something much deeper than he's ever felt before in his life.
Whatever it is, something is different, and when Spencer comes, when he whispers Joel's name like that, it's all he can do to keep himself from coming right away. His feet press down into the sand and he slips his hand off Spencer gently, both his hands moving to Spencer's hips, helping to guide him slowly and he knows he isn't going to last much longer, not with his name on Spencer's lips, not with his body tightening around his cock and Joel lets out a long, shuddering sigh as Spencer's forehead comes to a rest against his shoulder.
The feel of Spencer's tongue on his neck startles him and he groans in surprise, both his hands tightening on Spencer's hips as he tugs him down, burying himself inside of him, gasping for air at the same time. "Oh, god. Spencer." His hips jerk, pushing himself as deep inside Spencer as he possibly can before he comes, a desperate shudder coursing through him as he does and he's never had anything like this, he's never known how incredible it feels just to come inside someone he loves this much. He's on the verge of laughing as he rides the last few waves of his orgasm, this feeling, this unexplainable, impossible to define feeling nearly overwhelming him.
But it's not unexplainable, he thinks, wrapping his arms tight around Spencer, holding him close in the water. It's not impossible to define. He's in love and it makes perfect sense. He'll tell him soon, he decides, maybe not tonight, maybe not even tomorrow, but soon. He's breathing hard, his shoulders heaving, his heart beating fast, but it still feels peaceful somehow, quiet and relaxed, and he knows they can't very well stay in the water forever, but there's a part of him that wants to try anyway. That never wants to move from this very spot.
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Whatever it is, something is different, and when Spencer comes, when he whispers Joel's name like that, it's all he can do to keep himself from coming right away. His feet press down into the sand and he slips his hand off Spencer gently, both his hands moving to Spencer's hips, helping to guide him slowly and he knows he isn't going to last much longer, not with his name on Spencer's lips, not with his body tightening around his cock and Joel lets out a long, shuddering sigh as Spencer's forehead comes to a rest against his shoulder.
The feel of Spencer's tongue on his neck startles him and he groans in surprise, both his hands tightening on Spencer's hips as he tugs him down, burying himself inside of him, gasping for air at the same time. "Oh, god. Spencer." His hips jerk, pushing himself as deep inside Spencer as he possibly can before he comes, a desperate shudder coursing through him as he does and he's never had anything like this, he's never known how incredible it feels just to come inside someone he loves this much. He's on the verge of laughing as he rides the last few waves of his orgasm, this feeling, this unexplainable, impossible to define feeling nearly overwhelming him.
But it's not unexplainable, he thinks, wrapping his arms tight around Spencer, holding him close in the water. It's not impossible to define. He's in love and it makes perfect sense. He'll tell him soon, he decides, maybe not tonight, maybe not even tomorrow, but soon. He's breathing hard, his shoulders heaving, his heart beating fast, but it still feels peaceful somehow, quiet and relaxed, and he knows they can't very well stay in the water forever, but there's a part of him that wants to try anyway. That never wants to move from this very spot.