The more Foreman began to react, the more confidence House gained, the urge to make Foreman break and give in to him, want him, reigniting. He smirked, growing more and more pleased with himself, his doubts finally melting away. House snorted at Foreman's words, remember 'in the first place'. House had been too busy concentrating on what Foreman had been doing to him, and then panicking over the meaning of it in the first place. So, no, he couldn't have. His body had barely been able to move, never mind have the coordinating to kiss and stroke Foreman at once.
As Foreman pushed forward, House pressed on the small of Foreman's back, pulling him in, encouraging him to show that he wanted more, enjoying the look of Foreman's impatience. At Foreman's demand, he would have pumped Foreman harder, maybe not quite enough for Foreman, but his rhythm faltered, his grip loosened when Foreman pulled him down and into another kiss. Foreman's kiss made him dizzy, bordered on obscene, and it made House imagine Foreman's mouth on his dick, sucking that way. Whenever Foreman pulled away, House barely had enough time to breathe, forced to draw short breaths through his nose as Foreman met his mouth again. He noticed that Foreman wavered, seemed unsteady on his feet, and he wasn't sure that he wouldn't collapse soon, lunge for a cool lungful of air wherever he could find it.
The bed seemed a better option than the floor, and House stepped forward when Foreman urged him that way, realizing where Foreman was heading. He had no reservations about it now; he was too focused on this, making Foreman react this way and enjoying the boost to his ego to backtrack. He anticipated falling straight onto the bed and continuing what he'd started, but he raised his eyebrows, looking at Foreman questioningly when Foreman nudged his hand away from Foreman's dick. His confusion passed as he peered down to see Foreman wrap his hand around their erections, his eyes closing and his head tipping back at the sensation of the first stroke of Foreman's hand. The fog returned to cloud his head, the heat and pressure--all the pleasure sparking in his body--blurring his personal barriers. He nodded when Foreman spoke, silently completing his sentence. That's good, so fucking good.
"Yeah," he said, the word slipping breathlessly before Foreman kissed him again. As much as he didn't want Foreman to stop, the idea of moving to the bed was one that should have been executed more than a few minutes ago, and House took advantage of Foreman's tug on his shoulder. He grabbed Foreman's hips and gave him a hard shove, following him to the bed and sinking down onto it. He settled on his left side, reaching for Foreman with his right hand, wrapping it around the base of Foreman's shaft and stroking up to the tip, continuing with the handjob.
"Go ahead. Complain some more. We'll see if I do any more than this."
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Date: 2008-12-11 07:59 am (UTC)As Foreman pushed forward, House pressed on the small of Foreman's back, pulling him in, encouraging him to show that he wanted more, enjoying the look of Foreman's impatience. At Foreman's demand, he would have pumped Foreman harder, maybe not quite enough for Foreman, but his rhythm faltered, his grip loosened when Foreman pulled him down and into another kiss. Foreman's kiss made him dizzy, bordered on obscene, and it made House imagine Foreman's mouth on his dick, sucking that way. Whenever Foreman pulled away, House barely had enough time to breathe, forced to draw short breaths through his nose as Foreman met his mouth again. He noticed that Foreman wavered, seemed unsteady on his feet, and he wasn't sure that he wouldn't collapse soon, lunge for a cool lungful of air wherever he could find it.
The bed seemed a better option than the floor, and House stepped forward when Foreman urged him that way, realizing where Foreman was heading. He had no reservations about it now; he was too focused on this, making Foreman react this way and enjoying the boost to his ego to backtrack. He anticipated falling straight onto the bed and continuing what he'd started, but he raised his eyebrows, looking at Foreman questioningly when Foreman nudged his hand away from Foreman's dick. His confusion passed as he peered down to see Foreman wrap his hand around their erections, his eyes closing and his head tipping back at the sensation of the first stroke of Foreman's hand. The fog returned to cloud his head, the heat and pressure--all the pleasure sparking in his body--blurring his personal barriers. He nodded when Foreman spoke, silently completing his sentence. That's good, so fucking good.
"Yeah," he said, the word slipping breathlessly before Foreman kissed him again. As much as he didn't want Foreman to stop, the idea of moving to the bed was one that should have been executed more than a few minutes ago, and House took advantage of Foreman's tug on his shoulder. He grabbed Foreman's hips and gave him a hard shove, following him to the bed and sinking down onto it. He settled on his left side, reaching for Foreman with his right hand, wrapping it around the base of Foreman's shaft and stroking up to the tip, continuing with the handjob.
"Go ahead. Complain some more. We'll see if I do any more than this."