Foreman smirked as he lifted his head. He didn't let out a laugh, but it was a close thing, especially since House was already responding to him. His twitch when Foreman had sucked his nipple--which was a promise of a sort, even if it was never spoken out loud--was particularly gratifying. "I think you can figure it out for yourself," Foreman said, tilting his head as if he wasn't really sure, as if he was doubting House's ability to follow along with exactly what Foreman had planned. "I'll leave out the commentary."
Talking would just get in the way of using his mouth, after all. Foreman moved down the bed, changing his mind as he went. Sucking House off would make for a very convincing argument, if he wanted to persuade House to do what he said--or didn't say. Foreman started lightly, only using his tongue, breathing hard as he imagined what House must be feeling. Fleeting touches, but hot and wet, with the occasional, teasing suck added just to make House hope for more. Foreman hummed quietly, enjoying himself thoroughly. He felt warm, and his heart was pumping quickly, but he knew he could last a long time yet. He intended to make sure House didn't.
He reached for House's balls, cupping them lightly, rolling them in his palm, before moving his fingers back to start a light, rubbing touch along House's perineum and back along his ass. Foreman wished he knew if House kept lube and condoms somewhere nearby. He hadn't had the time or inclination to conduct a search of House's bedroom, and while it'd look good to be able to find what he needed without fumbling, it might be better to let House figure out what Foreman wanted and get them for him. In fact, since House expected him to speak, Foreman deliberately didn't. Not listening could very quickly become one of his favourite activities. It wasn't like House listened to him at work. Or ever. Foreman wasn't against turning the tables. He raised his head for a second time and didn't say a single word, just lifted an inquiring eyebrow at House at the same time as he rubbed his middle finger more firmly along House's ass.
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Talking would just get in the way of using his mouth, after all. Foreman moved down the bed, changing his mind as he went. Sucking House off would make for a very convincing argument, if he wanted to persuade House to do what he said--or didn't say. Foreman started lightly, only using his tongue, breathing hard as he imagined what House must be feeling. Fleeting touches, but hot and wet, with the occasional, teasing suck added just to make House hope for more. Foreman hummed quietly, enjoying himself thoroughly. He felt warm, and his heart was pumping quickly, but he knew he could last a long time yet. He intended to make sure House didn't.
He reached for House's balls, cupping them lightly, rolling them in his palm, before moving his fingers back to start a light, rubbing touch along House's perineum and back along his ass. Foreman wished he knew if House kept lube and condoms somewhere nearby. He hadn't had the time or inclination to conduct a search of House's bedroom, and while it'd look good to be able to find what he needed without fumbling, it might be better to let House figure out what Foreman wanted and get them for him. In fact, since House expected him to speak, Foreman deliberately didn't. Not listening could very quickly become one of his favourite activities. It wasn't like House listened to him at work. Or ever. Foreman wasn't against turning the tables. He raised his head for a second time and didn't say a single word, just lifted an inquiring eyebrow at House at the same time as he rubbed his middle finger more firmly along House's ass.