Foreman's eyes flew open at the loss of contact. Panic crashed through him, making his heart skip a beat, before his anger caught up with him, making him feel vicious. "Don't you fucking dare stop," he started, before he heard House's harsh, low words in his ear. Foreman exhaled sharply, squeezing his eyes shut. Christ, he'd been close. Had thought that they were past all the fucking bullshit. "So that you can avoid it?" he sneered. He wanted to sound fucking pissed off, but he was breathing too hard, heat burning through his body, his groin pulsing with an aching clench of pleasure. His hand was still on his dick, but he pulled it away, not interested in being House's personal porn video. Foreman doubted House could take what he wanted, and he nearly rolled off the bed, turning his back on House and his goddamn games. If House thought Foreman had been angry before, he was about to see fucking furious. Foreman opened his eyes at the last second, though, and saw the intent look in House's eyes, the determined set of his lips, almost the way he looked when he was too stubborn to give up on one of his pet theories. All Foreman wanted was to get off, not to defend a theory or prove a point. This wasn't a fucking diagnosis, his symptoms weren't there for House to examine until he came up with some stupid, farfetched metaphor that was dead wrong.
When he'd fucked House, though, when he'd asked House to tell him when the angle was right, House hadn't believed him for a second. He'd scoffed at the idea that Foreman might actually try to make it good for him. And House wasn't moving away, and from the way he was watching Foreman he didn't intend to. Foreman let out a scoffing breath, not entirely trusting House to listen or to act on what he wanted. His orgasm still simmered under his skin, though, close and hot, and if he hadn't been willing to stop before then right now the images of what he wanted were overwhelming his brain. This had better be a very fucking serious offer.
"This," Foreman said, reaching up to touch House's mouth, brushing his precome from his fingers across House's lower lip. Foreman stared at him, studying exactly how House reacted. If that solemn look actually meant anything real. He panted once, hard, imagining that it was his dick instead of his finger nudging House's mouth, then hooked the tip of his thumb gently in House's lower lip, wanting to feel suction, the wet swirl of his tongue, the heat of his mouth. Foreman licked his own lips, only half-conscious of mirroring the action he wanted House to make. "I want you to make me come," he said, his voice scratchy, deeper and almost inaudible, but he pushed out the words, letting House see he could be implacably serious.
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When he'd fucked House, though, when he'd asked House to tell him when the angle was right, House hadn't believed him for a second. He'd scoffed at the idea that Foreman might actually try to make it good for him. And House wasn't moving away, and from the way he was watching Foreman he didn't intend to. Foreman let out a scoffing breath, not entirely trusting House to listen or to act on what he wanted. His orgasm still simmered under his skin, though, close and hot, and if he hadn't been willing to stop before then right now the images of what he wanted were overwhelming his brain. This had better be a very fucking serious offer.
"This," Foreman said, reaching up to touch House's mouth, brushing his precome from his fingers across House's lower lip. Foreman stared at him, studying exactly how House reacted. If that solemn look actually meant anything real. He panted once, hard, imagining that it was his dick instead of his finger nudging House's mouth, then hooked the tip of his thumb gently in House's lower lip, wanting to feel suction, the wet swirl of his tongue, the heat of his mouth. Foreman licked his own lips, only half-conscious of mirroring the action he wanted House to make. "I want you to make me come," he said, his voice scratchy, deeper and almost inaudible, but he pushed out the words, letting House see he could be implacably serious.