Foreman swallowed when House turned his head, wondering if maybe it wasn't okay after all, if House would tell him to stop. House had made several movements like that before, twisting his neck as though he was checking Foreman's reaction. Foreman wasn't sure how much he wanted House to see, and he really didn't know whether he could hide his own disgust with himself. He stayed as composed as possible as he forced himself to meet House's eyes. Checking to make sure that House's nod actually meant what he hoped. It wasn't the only indication--House's carotid pulse under his lips had started pounding faster, and his breathing was starting to pick up--but Foreman wasn't really sure if he could trust any of it. Obviously he couldn't even trust himself, not if he let go so much that he wasn't listening.
House started moving, though, and Foreman nearly stopped breathing at House's whispered yeah. Foreman thought he'd managed to quell his own reaction, but he nearly lost it again when House grabbed his hip and actually pulled him closer, deeper. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to stay still, to let House do what he wanted at his own pace. Foreman could wait. Needed something else to focus on but he could wait. He trailed his hand the rest of the way down House's stomach, following the trail of hair before wrapping his fingers around his cock. He teased the head with thumb and forefinger, before tightening his hold and stroking right down to House's balls. As long as Foreman was thinking about that, concentrating on the exact pressure and the sliding grip of his hand, doing his best to drive House crazy, then he could ignore the hot, clenching need in his groin. Christ, House was trying to kill him, making him want it so damn badly, as if he was testing just how far he could push Foreman. Jerking his hips, as if he was inviting Foreman to slam into him, moaning and shoving against him, oh God. It was like House had abandoned all his pretense, all at once, and Foreman's jaw actually hurt from how hard he was clenching his teeth, because that was just too good. He was doing everything he could not to snap and fuck House raw, in case it was too much. But House was pushing back against him, his whole body so hot against Foreman's, the back of his head actually pressed against Foreman's shoulder, and Foreman had his goddamn limits. The intense, urgent pleasure in his cock was growing each time House tightened around him, each squeeze forcing a deep groan out of his throat.
All his efforts, every last ounce of self-control Foreman possessed, shattered when House spoke. I want you to fuck me. Felt like he'd been waiting all his fucking life to hear House say those words, say them desperately, without hesitation. When he'd nodded and agreed, Foreman hadn't been convinced, was sure that House was just covering up, but--make me come, fuck, that Foreman could believe--and even if he didn't, his body did, taking control completely.
Foreman grabbed House's wrist and pushed with his whole body until he was practically on top of him, covering House completely. "Like this?" he said. It sounded too rough and too demanding to be a question but he was still asking, making sure. Pinning House's right hand to the bed, and pushing with his knees, Foreman could finally work his left hand under House's body far enough to actually touch, and he immediately grabbed for House's dick and start jerking him off, tight and fast. He thrust in, hard, again and again. The sensation, all the pent-up need, slammed through his body like he'd been falling all night and had finally hit the ground.
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House started moving, though, and Foreman nearly stopped breathing at House's whispered yeah. Foreman thought he'd managed to quell his own reaction, but he nearly lost it again when House grabbed his hip and actually pulled him closer, deeper. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to stay still, to let House do what he wanted at his own pace. Foreman could wait. Needed something else to focus on but he could wait. He trailed his hand the rest of the way down House's stomach, following the trail of hair before wrapping his fingers around his cock. He teased the head with thumb and forefinger, before tightening his hold and stroking right down to House's balls. As long as Foreman was thinking about that, concentrating on the exact pressure and the sliding grip of his hand, doing his best to drive House crazy, then he could ignore the hot, clenching need in his groin. Christ, House was trying to kill him, making him want it so damn badly, as if he was testing just how far he could push Foreman. Jerking his hips, as if he was inviting Foreman to slam into him, moaning and shoving against him, oh God. It was like House had abandoned all his pretense, all at once, and Foreman's jaw actually hurt from how hard he was clenching his teeth, because that was just too good. He was doing everything he could not to snap and fuck House raw, in case it was too much. But House was pushing back against him, his whole body so hot against Foreman's, the back of his head actually pressed against Foreman's shoulder, and Foreman had his goddamn limits. The intense, urgent pleasure in his cock was growing each time House tightened around him, each squeeze forcing a deep groan out of his throat.
All his efforts, every last ounce of self-control Foreman possessed, shattered when House spoke. I want you to fuck me. Felt like he'd been waiting all his fucking life to hear House say those words, say them desperately, without hesitation. When he'd nodded and agreed, Foreman hadn't been convinced, was sure that House was just covering up, but--make me come, fuck, that Foreman could believe--and even if he didn't, his body did, taking control completely.
Foreman grabbed House's wrist and pushed with his whole body until he was practically on top of him, covering House completely. "Like this?" he said. It sounded too rough and too demanding to be a question but he was still asking, making sure. Pinning House's right hand to the bed, and pushing with his knees, Foreman could finally work his left hand under House's body far enough to actually touch, and he immediately grabbed for House's dick and start jerking him off, tight and fast. He thrust in, hard, again and again. The sensation, all the pent-up need, slammed through his body like he'd been falling all night and had finally hit the ground.