Foreman froze for an instant when House actually answered him. He hadn't expected that, and certainly hadn't expected a yes. He didn't know what to do. It hit him hard, how much he'd be giving up if he let House do that to him, if he gave in. He kissed House's neck again, trying to cover how much House's low, half-moaned response had thrown him. Christ, it would be hot. Feeling House's fingers, his cock, rubbing against his prostate, would be shattering, powerful. Foreman knew his own reactions and he wasn't ready to show House that, to be that obvious. It was different than House watching him come. If he groaned during orgasm, or even begged, that was purely physical. Nothing like how he'd look actually working for it, trying to get House to angle his thrusts just right, needing that touch. Foreman's heart pounded, slamming against his chest, as he fought with himself, wanting to say no but not wanting to sound like he was afraid. It wasn't that, he was just--unsettled. Not ready.
His breath exploded out of him when House qualified what he meant. "God, yeah," he said, not being careful at all of what he said, what he sounded like, how close it was to a moan. Whenever House let go enough to tell him what he wanted, Foreman couldn't stop himself from responding. He felt warm, a fluttery clench low in the pit of his stomach, combining with his arousal but not quite part of it. It felt damn good, whatever it was, and he wasn't going to analyze it. House was moving backwards, encouraging Foreman to grind his erection against his ass, and the hot, rhythmic feeling was suddenly all he could think about. He pulled House back against him once more, tasting sweat this time when he breathed against House's shoulder, soothing the place he'd bitten with his tongue. He slipped his hand lower, the last few inches, and palmed House's erection, rubbing lightly before he curled his fingers around it and started stroking. So hot. Feeling House move, his body jerking, the intermittent pressure against his own cock, made Foreman pant hard, dizzy with his own eagerness. House's dick felt good in his hand, firm and blood-warm. Foreman squeezed a bit harder, burying his face in House's shoulder as he stroked, his breath gusting across House's skin. It was awkward, right-handed, but he managed to start an erratic not-quite-rhythm.
God, he needed more. Needed to get the condom on, if he could find it after dropping it in the sheets. "Touch yourself," Foreman whispered against House's neck. "Just--for a minute--" He drew back, his breath shuddering in his throat as soon as he wasn't pressed against House's back, and fumbled for the condom, finally finding it and tearing it open.
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His breath exploded out of him when House qualified what he meant. "God, yeah," he said, not being careful at all of what he said, what he sounded like, how close it was to a moan. Whenever House let go enough to tell him what he wanted, Foreman couldn't stop himself from responding. He felt warm, a fluttery clench low in the pit of his stomach, combining with his arousal but not quite part of it. It felt damn good, whatever it was, and he wasn't going to analyze it. House was moving backwards, encouraging Foreman to grind his erection against his ass, and the hot, rhythmic feeling was suddenly all he could think about. He pulled House back against him once more, tasting sweat this time when he breathed against House's shoulder, soothing the place he'd bitten with his tongue. He slipped his hand lower, the last few inches, and palmed House's erection, rubbing lightly before he curled his fingers around it and started stroking. So hot. Feeling House move, his body jerking, the intermittent pressure against his own cock, made Foreman pant hard, dizzy with his own eagerness. House's dick felt good in his hand, firm and blood-warm. Foreman squeezed a bit harder, burying his face in House's shoulder as he stroked, his breath gusting across House's skin. It was awkward, right-handed, but he managed to start an erratic not-quite-rhythm.
God, he needed more. Needed to get the condom on, if he could find it after dropping it in the sheets. "Touch yourself," Foreman whispered against House's neck. "Just--for a minute--" He drew back, his breath shuddering in his throat as soon as he wasn't pressed against House's back, and fumbled for the condom, finally finding it and tearing it open.