At first, Foreman was surprised at how fiercely House kissed him back, expecting him to react the way he had in the kitchen, the fight more tease than reality. He opened his eyes wide in shock when House bit him, jerking his head back from the pain, which only made it worse when House didn't let go. A high-pitched sound--not a whimper--escaped him, and Foreman pushed back into the kiss, seriously this time. His lip throbbed, but he deepened the kiss anyway, bending House's head back as far as he could and still keep his precarious balance on the edge of the bed. The kiss was turning, suddenly, into more of a brawl, angry and messy and confused, but it felt fucking amazing. House had finally checked all his doubts at the door; no more hesitation or uncertainty, no more holding back. The way he'd been looking at Foreman, leaning back to blatantly check him out, had been damn good for his ego, and the longer they kissed the easier it was for Foreman to ignore his embarrassment.
"Ohh--" Foreman's harsh groan felt like it had been pulled right out of him when House grabbed his dick and started stroking. It was rough and dry and too much, at first, but his arousal had been flaring higher all through the kiss and his body caught up so fast that the pleasure slammed through him all at once. Foreman panted, mouth open, losing every inch of ground he'd gained in the kiss. He tried to keep moving his mouth, chasing House's tongue with his, but he was distracted, slower. There was no way he could keep up his position like this, hovering over House; his thighs strained as he tried to keep his balance and push his dick into House's hand at the same time. Foreman pulled his fingers out of House's hair and grabbed his shoulder instead, shoving him down to the bed. He would have laughed at House's expression when he forced him down to his back, but he was still concentrating on the feel of House's grip on his hardening cock. Foreman climbed on top of him, straddling his legs, his knees finally finding some purchase on the mattress. He didn't stop there, but grabbed House's left wrist and squeezed--didn't care how obvious it was that he was leaving House's right hand free--and held it down to the bed as he bent down to continue the rough, demanding kiss.
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"Ohh--" Foreman's harsh groan felt like it had been pulled right out of him when House grabbed his dick and started stroking. It was rough and dry and too much, at first, but his arousal had been flaring higher all through the kiss and his body caught up so fast that the pleasure slammed through him all at once. Foreman panted, mouth open, losing every inch of ground he'd gained in the kiss. He tried to keep moving his mouth, chasing House's tongue with his, but he was distracted, slower. There was no way he could keep up his position like this, hovering over House; his thighs strained as he tried to keep his balance and push his dick into House's hand at the same time. Foreman pulled his fingers out of House's hair and grabbed his shoulder instead, shoving him down to the bed. He would have laughed at House's expression when he forced him down to his back, but he was still concentrating on the feel of House's grip on his hardening cock. Foreman climbed on top of him, straddling his legs, his knees finally finding some purchase on the mattress. He didn't stop there, but grabbed House's left wrist and squeezed--didn't care how obvious it was that he was leaving House's right hand free--and held it down to the bed as he bent down to continue the rough, demanding kiss.