Foreman chuckled breathlessly at House's complaint. The incredible feeling of House's throat working around his cock while he came had been worth it, even if House decided to get revenge on him in the next few minutes. He thought about saying then next time, don't stop, but that would be a disaster on so many levels. Probably get him into a war of who could annoy the other most during sex. Not to mention the stupid, baseless assumption that there would be a next time. Foreman felt too relaxed, boneless and satisfied, to want to get himself into that kind of trouble.
He turned his head on the pillow, smirking lightly at House's scowl, watching him pant. No matter how good Foreman felt physically--which, right now, was very, very good--it was better to see House struggle for control. "I suppose you want me to do something about that," he said, glancing down at House's erection. He let his smirk grow, visions of drawing out House's orgasm for as long as possible making their lazy way through his brain. See what confessions he could wring out of House--sounds, his name, anything. The fact that Foreman had said please, now that the moment was over, was fading from importance; what really mattered was showing House just what he'd be missing if he claimed he didn't want Foreman again.
Foreman shifted down the bed slowly, then rolled over until most of his weight was on House, chest to chest, his leg thrown over House's left. He kissed him, tasting the bitter remnants of his semen in House's mouth and not bothering much about it, since probably he'd be dealing with worse in a few minutes. Foreman wanted to keep the kiss slow, as warm and unhurried as he felt. Wanted to see if House was desperate enough to deepen it. He brushed his left hand down the center of House's chest and stomach before reaching for House's dick, squeezing him firmly but keeping the pace leisurely. House probably thought that Foreman was torturing him, but Foreman simply wanted to take his time exploring until he knew exactly what would make House come as hard as he had. He broke the kiss to see House's expression, and then dipped his head back, trailing his mouth along House's jaw to his throat, enjoying the slight burn of House's stubble on his lips.
"I could suck you," he murmured against House's ear, tightening his hand on House's dick at the same time. "Get out the lube, maybe fingerfuck you at the same time..." He smiled against House's shoulder, where he could hide it. "Know you like that." Before Foreman did any of that, though, he wanted to feel House's reaction to his words, whether in his voice or the tightness of his body.
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Date: 2008-12-16 12:33 am (UTC)He turned his head on the pillow, smirking lightly at House's scowl, watching him pant. No matter how good Foreman felt physically--which, right now, was very, very good--it was better to see House struggle for control. "I suppose you want me to do something about that," he said, glancing down at House's erection. He let his smirk grow, visions of drawing out House's orgasm for as long as possible making their lazy way through his brain. See what confessions he could wring out of House--sounds, his name, anything. The fact that Foreman had said please, now that the moment was over, was fading from importance; what really mattered was showing House just what he'd be missing if he claimed he didn't want Foreman again.
Foreman shifted down the bed slowly, then rolled over until most of his weight was on House, chest to chest, his leg thrown over House's left. He kissed him, tasting the bitter remnants of his semen in House's mouth and not bothering much about it, since probably he'd be dealing with worse in a few minutes. Foreman wanted to keep the kiss slow, as warm and unhurried as he felt. Wanted to see if House was desperate enough to deepen it. He brushed his left hand down the center of House's chest and stomach before reaching for House's dick, squeezing him firmly but keeping the pace leisurely. House probably thought that Foreman was torturing him, but Foreman simply wanted to take his time exploring until he knew exactly what would make House come as hard as he had. He broke the kiss to see House's expression, and then dipped his head back, trailing his mouth along House's jaw to his throat, enjoying the slight burn of House's stubble on his lips.
"I could suck you," he murmured against House's ear, tightening his hand on House's dick at the same time. "Get out the lube, maybe fingerfuck you at the same time..." He smiled against House's shoulder, where he could hide it. "Know you like that." Before Foreman did any of that, though, he wanted to feel House's reaction to his words, whether in his voice or the tightness of his body.