Foreman watched House's lips part slightly around his ragged yeah, his heart racing at that expression, the way his eyebrows lifted and his breath rushed out. Kissing him then, with his mouth open, his mind obviously distracted by Foreman's hand, by the sensation of their erections rubbing together, fuck, it was good. Good to make House forget about whatever bullshit had stopped him. Even better to jerk them both together, to know that he was making House just as lost and uncaring as he was.
Foreman stumbled back when House pushed him, but he didn't bother to catch himself, sitting heavily on the bed and then rolling to his back, propping himself up on his elbows. House was next to him a moment later, warm skin brushing against his shoulder and thigh as House settled next to him. Finally, for Christ's sake, and this time House wasn't stopping. His hand was large and hot, wrapping around Foreman's cock, his fingers tight and precise, and God, it felt amazing, too light to be perfect but the slight taunt was almost better than if House had somehow read his mind. Foreman panted hard as he watched House jacking him off. He couldn't move, couldn't stop staring--his hips lifted almost involuntarily each time House reached the top of his stroke, trying to thrust up into his fist. House sounded fucking smug when he spoke but Foreman ignored him, if that was what would make him keep going. Foreman wasn't complaining, not by a long shot, but he still wanted more contact. The air was cool where he wasn't pressed up against House's side, and Foreman wanted the kiss--even if it meant he was feeling way more for House than he should. Dropping his shoulders back to the bed, Foreman reached for House and hauled him closer, nearly pulling House on top of him, feeling House's dick against his hip.
"Lazy bastard," Foreman said before he kissed him, daring him to stop. He kept one hand on the back of House's neck to pull him deeper into the kiss. With the other, joined House's hand on his erection, linking their fingers together so that he could show House exactly what he wanted, how hard, how fast, and to prevent House from pulling away. His pleasure was growing, and he tightened his own hand, forcing House to move faster. God, after all that fucking teasing, that wait, he wanted House now, and the kiss and the handjob wound together, pleasure surging heavy and hot through his groin, spreading out to every part of his body. Intense, God, so hot. Foreman stopped to pant, pushing his head back against the pillow, a groan escaping him. "Fuck, I want--" Couldn't say it. Probably anything he asked for, House would feel obligated to deny him, and House's hand was good, working for him, so he wasn't going to ruin it by saying anything else. But it was still there, much as Foreman wanted to hold it back. Putting House's mouth to good use. Getting the lube out of the drawer, make House's hand slippery-slick and hot, fuck his fist that much harder. Anything. Just a little more, a little longer, oh God.
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Date: 2008-12-11 08:40 am (UTC)Foreman stumbled back when House pushed him, but he didn't bother to catch himself, sitting heavily on the bed and then rolling to his back, propping himself up on his elbows. House was next to him a moment later, warm skin brushing against his shoulder and thigh as House settled next to him. Finally, for Christ's sake, and this time House wasn't stopping. His hand was large and hot, wrapping around Foreman's cock, his fingers tight and precise, and God, it felt amazing, too light to be perfect but the slight taunt was almost better than if House had somehow read his mind. Foreman panted hard as he watched House jacking him off. He couldn't move, couldn't stop staring--his hips lifted almost involuntarily each time House reached the top of his stroke, trying to thrust up into his fist. House sounded fucking smug when he spoke but Foreman ignored him, if that was what would make him keep going. Foreman wasn't complaining, not by a long shot, but he still wanted more contact. The air was cool where he wasn't pressed up against House's side, and Foreman wanted the kiss--even if it meant he was feeling way more for House than he should. Dropping his shoulders back to the bed, Foreman reached for House and hauled him closer, nearly pulling House on top of him, feeling House's dick against his hip.
"Lazy bastard," Foreman said before he kissed him, daring him to stop. He kept one hand on the back of House's neck to pull him deeper into the kiss. With the other, joined House's hand on his erection, linking their fingers together so that he could show House exactly what he wanted, how hard, how fast, and to prevent House from pulling away. His pleasure was growing, and he tightened his own hand, forcing House to move faster. God, after all that fucking teasing, that wait, he wanted House now, and the kiss and the handjob wound together, pleasure surging heavy and hot through his groin, spreading out to every part of his body. Intense, God, so hot. Foreman stopped to pant, pushing his head back against the pillow, a groan escaping him. "Fuck, I want--" Couldn't say it. Probably anything he asked for, House would feel obligated to deny him, and House's hand was good, working for him, so he wasn't going to ruin it by saying anything else. But it was still there, much as Foreman wanted to hold it back. Putting House's mouth to good use. Getting the lube out of the drawer, make House's hand slippery-slick and hot, fuck his fist that much harder. Anything. Just a little more, a little longer, oh God.