Ryan didn’t know what had gotten Spencer so worked up. Normally, Spencer was fine and in control of himself. He could let go a bit more in the bedroom and give Ryan what they both needed once they got in the mood, but this was so different from that. It was like he needed no warmup as he tried to get Ryan out of his clothes as quickly as possible. 

He’d normally go down on Ryan, eating him out until he’d come at least once before he fucked him. This time was different, though. Spencer pressed Ryan’s legs together and pushed them close to his chest, exposing both of his holes to him. He’d grabbed the lube they really only used for anal and Ryan was curious about if that’s where tonight was going. But before he could ask, two of Spencer’s fingers were lubed up and pressed into his cunt. 

Thick fingers were talented as they twisted inside of Ryan, though just enough to get him slick inside. Spencer’s hand dropped down to wrap around his own cock right after, stroking the rest of the lube over himself before he lined up. He carefully placed both of Ryan’s legs over his shoulders, making sure they stayed close together. Spencer’s eyebrows were furrowed as he concentrated on pressing himself inside slowly. 

The angle made Ryan even tighter and it hurt more than usual, but not enough to want to stop. He knew his body just needed to adjust to it. Spencer seemed to have a bit of a difficult time getting inside, the lack of preparation and the added tightness working against him. But he was patient and pushed until the head was finally in. Once he seemed satisfied that he was able to get inside Ryan without taking the time to open him up a bit, he shoved the rest of the way in with a hard thrust and then held still for a moment. 

“Fuck, Spence. Jesus,” Ryan groaned at the feeling, though he smiled to reassure Spencer that he didn’t need to stop. He’d had to stop Spencer before and it was never an issue; he never felt nervous to tell Spencer to slow down or stop and Spencer had never made Ryan feel bad for needing to. He knew he could take this, it was just so much. Ryan felt like he was back in Spencer’s bedroom the first time they had sex, the feeling of being so full in a way he’d never experienced before rushed back to him. 

“You’re in a mood today,” Ryan wanted to tell him, but Spencer was already thrusting. It burned as it stretched Ryan’s underprepared body, but he powered through it, trying to relax and knowing it would feel better soon. Spencer was quiet above him, occasionally making a soft grunt or letting out a small moan. He rocked into him quicker and harder, clearly not bothering to try and control himself. It was so different from what they normally did, but Ryan found himself actually enjoying how Spencer was acting now. 

Spencer pulled back just enough to readjust himself a bit, staying pressed inside while he did so. A choked off moan escaped Ryan as Spencer pressed his legs even closer to his body, almost touching Ryan’s own shoulders. Ryan recognized the position vaguely as a mating press and he was happy he was so flexible. The position was hot and he’d never actually gotten to try it before, but he’d always wanted to. The idea of it made him very aware of the fact Spencer wasn’t wearing a condom and he whined quietly.

It wasn’t unusual for them to not use a condom, they didn’t really need them. They were exclusive and Ryan was on birth control anyway. He liked the feeling of Spencer coming inside of him, liked feeling it when Spencer finished shallow enough for it to leak out of him and liked feeling it when Spencer finished deep enough inside that it’d stay there. He had a feeling tonight was going to be the latter, especially considering how deep the new position let him get. 

Ryan was certain Spencer had never fucked him this deeply before, bordering on painful, though it was still enough to be pleasurable. He wanted to press a hand down to rub his clit, but they were too close together for that to work. His legs and Spencer’s body was creating some friction for him. His thighs rubbing together was pleasant, stimulating him a bit, and Spencer was rubbing against him slightly as well. But it wasn’t enough. 

Ryan knew he wouldn’t get off like this and he just accepted it. He could wait his turn, knowing Spencer wouldn’t just use him for his pleasure and then leave him hanging. Spencer wasn’t that type of guy, he always made sure Ryan came at least once. Usually more than that if he was being honest. It felt good anyway, getting off wasn’t the only thing Ryan enjoyed about sex. He was more than happy to let this happen. 

He was wet by now as well, making the slide easier for Spencer. His body was relaxed and the pain had long since subsided. The sounds of their skin connecting filled the room and it was filthy, Ryan’s head tipping back against the pillows. It was all so much and Ryan knew if one of them was touching his clit, he’d have come already. Spencer was relentless and Ryan reveled in the perks of dating a drummer, added stamina being one of his favorites. 

Ryan couldn’t figure out what to do with himself, so he settled for grasping onto one of Spencer’s thighs. He smiled at the soft skin in his hand, tempted to leave bruises over the fat there, but he’d leave it for another time. His fingers simply held onto him, rubbing circles over the skin. Spencer coming was sudden and unexpected, snapping Ryan out of his focus on Spencer’s skin. Instead, he focused on pressing a kiss to Spencer’s temple. His hips rocked slowly as he came and Ryan wondered if he wanted to go for another round. 

After a moment, Spencer was completely still, though. He pressed his forehead against Ryan’s shoulder and tried to catch his breath, the exertion finally catching up to him as pain ached dully in his thighs. It wasn’t anything overwhelming, but it was there. They were both quiet as they laid together, Ryan pressing more kisses to Spencer’s jaw and temple. The silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable, they were content just existing together.