The pain lingered for several moments after Foreman stopped, enough for House to pant, a grunt mingled with his breaths, too loud to hear exactly what Foreman had said. House had heard his voice, felt Foreman's breath on the back of his neck, and he calmed himself enough, forcing himself to draw a deep breath, to echo Foreman's airy laugh. What a God damned relief. He had been worried that Foreman would pull away, stop this altogether, and that wasn't what he wanted. He loosened his grip on Foreman's hip, but kept his hand resting there, prepared to nudge Foreman back into action once he was ready.
When Foreman apologized, House nodded as he turned his head, allowing Foreman to see him in profile, figuring he should extend some sort of acknowledgment to be sure that Foreman stayed exactly where he was, willing to continue. House blinked, faced forward. Nothing else needed to be said, no need to dwell. His body was already recovering, already relaxing, and House was becoming more and more aware of the urge to move, feel Foreman thrust inside, dick hard, hot, slick. House concentrated on helping his body to fully relax, adjust, but, after another moment, there was no need to consciously try as Foreman's mouth started doing it for him, placing a warm kiss on his neck.
It felt good, even though it seemed that Foreman was being careful. House fought back the urge to snap at Foreman, tell him that he'd never asked Foreman to be careful; he had just wanted him to slow down, give him a second to adjust. Wait. Another kiss--hot, and open-mouthed, and less hesitant--and House was convinced that, no, these kisses, the way Foreman was gently pulling him back against him was way better than waiting. It was good, made House's chest fill with a warm, relaxed sensation. Gave him something to focus on, and House closed his eyes, feeling the tension draining out of his body. Arching his neck, he invited Foreman to keep kissing, sucking. His skin flushed with heat, waves of tingles spreading through his chest, his groin, as Foreman teased his nipples, pulled enough to make House hum low in his throat.
When Foreman pulled his mouth away, asked Okay?, House turned his head, far enough to meet Foreman's eyes, half-surprised that Foreman had even asked the question, but the surprise faded fast, replaced by a jolt of anticipation, knowing Foreman was ready, willing, even eager. Another nod, and House turned, letting his head fall to his outstretched arm. He felt his body taking over, starting to guide him. His hips moved as Foreman's hand eased down to his cock, letting Foreman's dick slide out of him a little, and--thank fucking God--there was no more pain with the movement, no discomfort. It felt good, made House ache for Foreman to move, give him what he'd wanted before they'd hit that damn speed bump. He pushed his hips back again, taking in more of Foreman's cock, squeezing Foreman's hip as he urged him forward slowly.
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Date: 2009-01-03 12:58 am (UTC)When Foreman apologized, House nodded as he turned his head, allowing Foreman to see him in profile, figuring he should extend some sort of acknowledgment to be sure that Foreman stayed exactly where he was, willing to continue. House blinked, faced forward. Nothing else needed to be said, no need to dwell. His body was already recovering, already relaxing, and House was becoming more and more aware of the urge to move, feel Foreman thrust inside, dick hard, hot, slick. House concentrated on helping his body to fully relax, adjust, but, after another moment, there was no need to consciously try as Foreman's mouth started doing it for him, placing a warm kiss on his neck.
It felt good, even though it seemed that Foreman was being careful. House fought back the urge to snap at Foreman, tell him that he'd never asked Foreman to be careful; he had just wanted him to slow down, give him a second to adjust. Wait. Another kiss--hot, and open-mouthed, and less hesitant--and House was convinced that, no, these kisses, the way Foreman was gently pulling him back against him was way better than waiting. It was good, made House's chest fill with a warm, relaxed sensation. Gave him something to focus on, and House closed his eyes, feeling the tension draining out of his body. Arching his neck, he invited Foreman to keep kissing, sucking. His skin flushed with heat, waves of tingles spreading through his chest, his groin, as Foreman teased his nipples, pulled enough to make House hum low in his throat.
When Foreman pulled his mouth away, asked Okay?, House turned his head, far enough to meet Foreman's eyes, half-surprised that Foreman had even asked the question, but the surprise faded fast, replaced by a jolt of anticipation, knowing Foreman was ready, willing, even eager. Another nod, and House turned, letting his head fall to his outstretched arm. He felt his body taking over, starting to guide him. His hips moved as Foreman's hand eased down to his cock, letting Foreman's dick slide out of him a little, and--thank fucking God--there was no more pain with the movement, no discomfort. It felt good, made House ache for Foreman to move, give him what he'd wanted before they'd hit that damn speed bump. He pushed his hips back again, taking in more of Foreman's cock, squeezing Foreman's hip as he urged him forward slowly.