Yes. Yes. Foreman's orgasm caught him up and carried him along, the sensation coming in long, rolling bursts that made him gasp and moan. He kept moving, thrusting, distantly aware of House urging him on, as the feeling gradually lessened. His last few instinctive thrusts weren't as strong, but he was overloaded with pleasure. Nearly too sensitive. His erection was fading slowly, and his body hummed with a warm, floating sensation, as if every muscle had dissolved. Content and sleepy and satisfied. Foreman draped himself on top of House, too lazy to support his weight. He was drinking in the hot feeling of their bodies pressed together. He wasn't bothering to hold as tightly to House's wrist, running his hand up and down House's forearm instead, massaging lightly. Foreman was still breathing hard, right next to House's ear. He turned his face enough to kiss him, suck on his earlobe and then catch it between his teeth. If he rested just a bit more on his right side, he could keep the weight off his left arm enough to keep jerking House off.
"Mm, you're close." Foreman grinned smugly to himself, thinking about how much House's new fellows didn't know about him. That nobody at the hospital knew about him. House spent his time calling everyone else on their bullshit, acting like he had them all figured out. To see him like this, to make him like this, almost wild with how close he was to orgasm, moaning uncontrollably, made Foreman feel like he'd discovered a huge secret, figured out the solution to a mystery. Nothing he'd ever share--he loved knowing things that the people around him had no clue about--but enough to make him feel so goddamn satisfied with himself. Made him feel magnanimous towards House, too, because it was so good watching him, listening to him, twisting his hand just a bit harder to feel House's breath catch high and tight in his throat. Foreman could concentrate more, now, seeking out the places that made House gasp and shiver involuntarily. Avoid them, then go back. Slow the pace, then increase it for a stroke or two, then pause entirely. Earlier House had worked him up, sucking him, teasing him, and then he'd stopped. Oh-so-casually, smirking up at Foreman as if he was enjoying every minute of having him pinned down by his own eager need. Foreman chuckled quietly, stilling his hand, feeling House's erection twitch in his hand. If House wanted it badly enough, then he'd ask for it, and Foreman would have evened the score. He supposed House might just get pissed off instead, but seeing how lost he was, Foreman thought House almost wanted him to make him ask. He thought about what he might say to prompt House, but he settled for kissing his neck and shoulder instead; he wanted to hear House beg without any prompting from him.
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Date: 2009-01-05 01:36 am (UTC)"Mm, you're close." Foreman grinned smugly to himself, thinking about how much House's new fellows didn't know about him. That nobody at the hospital knew about him. House spent his time calling everyone else on their bullshit, acting like he had them all figured out. To see him like this, to make him like this, almost wild with how close he was to orgasm, moaning uncontrollably, made Foreman feel like he'd discovered a huge secret, figured out the solution to a mystery. Nothing he'd ever share--he loved knowing things that the people around him had no clue about--but enough to make him feel so goddamn satisfied with himself. Made him feel magnanimous towards House, too, because it was so good watching him, listening to him, twisting his hand just a bit harder to feel House's breath catch high and tight in his throat. Foreman could concentrate more, now, seeking out the places that made House gasp and shiver involuntarily. Avoid them, then go back. Slow the pace, then increase it for a stroke or two, then pause entirely. Earlier House had worked him up, sucking him, teasing him, and then he'd stopped. Oh-so-casually, smirking up at Foreman as if he was enjoying every minute of having him pinned down by his own eager need. Foreman chuckled quietly, stilling his hand, feeling House's erection twitch in his hand. If House wanted it badly enough, then he'd ask for it, and Foreman would have evened the score. He supposed House might just get pissed off instead, but seeing how lost he was, Foreman thought House almost wanted him to make him ask. He thought about what he might say to prompt House, but he settled for kissing his neck and shoulder instead; he wanted to hear House beg without any prompting from him.