With half his mind, Foreman paid attention to exactly what House was doing, now that he couldn't see him. He drank in every sound House was making, his shaky, half-formed sentences. House couldn't even hold on to his precious sarcasm, and Foreman fucking loved that he was the cause of that. House's hand clutched at his shoulder, his grip tightening each time Foreman raised up.
God, Foreman's jab must really have worried House, if he was that obviously holding Foreman down, if he was willing to let slip any encouragement at all to make sure Foreman wouldn't stop. Foreman didn't intend to. He had House frantic and craving his touch and he wasn't about to give that up. He swirled his tongue around the head of House's cock, sucking hard for a moment before he moved lower. He could feel House's pulse as he traced a vein along the underside of his erection, moving down as far as he could until his cheek rasped against the hair low on House's stomach.
Foreman knew that House expected him to keep taunting him, to hold back as long as possible. House thought he was predictable. Foreman had never had a problem staying with what worked--what would be good for himself, for his partner--but House's sneering jab at him earlier for being boring made Foreman want to be inventive, give in to all his impulses. Barely pausing in his blowjob, Foreman palmed House's balls, slicking them with lube as he slid his hand lower. In one firm movement he eased a finger inside, past his knuckle, stretching as far up and forward as he could. He pulled his finger back and thrust again, with the index and middle finger this time, slow enough to make sure House could take it, but confidently, relentlessly. He shifted slightly to get a better angle and reached again, the pads of his fingers rubbing against House's prostate. It took most of his concentration, coordinating his hand and his mouth, but he was able to start a rhythm, taking in House's dick as deeply as possible at the same moment that he thrust his fingers deep.
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Date: 2008-12-18 06:53 am (UTC)God, Foreman's jab must really have worried House, if he was that obviously holding Foreman down, if he was willing to let slip any encouragement at all to make sure Foreman wouldn't stop. Foreman didn't intend to. He had House frantic and craving his touch and he wasn't about to give that up. He swirled his tongue around the head of House's cock, sucking hard for a moment before he moved lower. He could feel House's pulse as he traced a vein along the underside of his erection, moving down as far as he could until his cheek rasped against the hair low on House's stomach.
Foreman knew that House expected him to keep taunting him, to hold back as long as possible. House thought he was predictable. Foreman had never had a problem staying with what worked--what would be good for himself, for his partner--but House's sneering jab at him earlier for being boring made Foreman want to be inventive, give in to all his impulses. Barely pausing in his blowjob, Foreman palmed House's balls, slicking them with lube as he slid his hand lower. In one firm movement he eased a finger inside, past his knuckle, stretching as far up and forward as he could. He pulled his finger back and thrust again, with the index and middle finger this time, slow enough to make sure House could take it, but confidently, relentlessly. He shifted slightly to get a better angle and reached again, the pads of his fingers rubbing against House's prostate. It took most of his concentration, coordinating his hand and his mouth, but he was able to start a rhythm, taking in House's dick as deeply as possible at the same moment that he thrust his fingers deep.