Foreman rolled his eyes as he climbed back on the bed, moving to House's right side, dropping the condom and lube to one side. "Hard to be interested when I don't know what your way is." He wasn't a mind-reader, but it wasn't difficult to guess that House wanted to be held down and fucked hard, and Foreman was more than happy to oblige him. House wasn't objecting, either, since he'd stripped off and moved up the bed. Foreman damn well knew that House got off on what he did to him. He couldn't believe they were arguing about how to have sex, when pretty much anything they did was going to feel good--better than good. Even his irritation at House contesting every word he said wasn't enough to stifle Foreman's feverish, impatient desire to touch and be touched. He rolled closer, pressing against House's body, wanting to feel every tiny, needy squirm House might make.
Foreman had wanted House on his back--he liked kissing, and watching for that lost, desperate look in House's eyes when he came--but if House was going to be so damn argumentative, then Foreman didn't want to hear it. He wasn't as selfish as House made him out to be, he wasn't some jerk who got off and then fell asleep. "I don't want the toy," he said, fed up with House's stupid comments. He'd probably be a lot less mouthy if Foreman fucked him with the dildo; he wouldn't have room to say one goddamn thing after Foreman used it to make him writhe. Foreman wasn't interested in that, though, not when he was tense and aching, anticipating how hot the first thrust would feel when he fucked House.
Shoving House under his shoulder, Foreman pushed until he had House mostly on his left side. He closed his mouth on House's shoulder, more bite than kiss, as if that kind of warning would make House shut up. Maybe at least he wouldn't have to hear House's complaints, if they were all muffled in the pillows. Foreman felt warm again, his chest pressed up against House's back, and he grabbed for House's hip, jerking him back so that he could rub his erection against House's ass. God, yes, he wanted that again, harder, closer. "Do you want to fuck me, House?" he said, his lips next to House's ear. Foreman wasn't really sure what he'd do, what he'd say, if the answer was yes, but at least he'd had enough control that his voice had come out low and smug instead of as shaky as he felt. For right now, as he pulled House back, closer to him, he was just hoping that House would keep on being contrary and say no.
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Foreman had wanted House on his back--he liked kissing, and watching for that lost, desperate look in House's eyes when he came--but if House was going to be so damn argumentative, then Foreman didn't want to hear it. He wasn't as selfish as House made him out to be, he wasn't some jerk who got off and then fell asleep. "I don't want the toy," he said, fed up with House's stupid comments. He'd probably be a lot less mouthy if Foreman fucked him with the dildo; he wouldn't have room to say one goddamn thing after Foreman used it to make him writhe. Foreman wasn't interested in that, though, not when he was tense and aching, anticipating how hot the first thrust would feel when he fucked House.
Shoving House under his shoulder, Foreman pushed until he had House mostly on his left side. He closed his mouth on House's shoulder, more bite than kiss, as if that kind of warning would make House shut up. Maybe at least he wouldn't have to hear House's complaints, if they were all muffled in the pillows. Foreman felt warm again, his chest pressed up against House's back, and he grabbed for House's hip, jerking him back so that he could rub his erection against House's ass. God, yes, he wanted that again, harder, closer. "Do you want to fuck me, House?" he said, his lips next to House's ear. Foreman wasn't really sure what he'd do, what he'd say, if the answer was yes, but at least he'd had enough control that his voice had come out low and smug instead of as shaky as he felt. For right now, as he pulled House back, closer to him, he was just hoping that House would keep on being contrary and say no.