Foreman's first thought was to deny House outright. A flat no would piss him off nicely. But Foreman couldn't hear any desperation in House's voice. He sounded strained, yeah, and it was obvious that Foreman's blowjob had affected him. His voice was deeper, rougher, and Foreman couldn't mistake House's impatience. Desperation was different, and House never asked--not openly, not without expecting to be refused--until he was desperate.
It would probably confuse House further to give him what he said he wanted. Foreman chuckled at that, turning his head to muffle the sound against House's thigh. Reverse psychology. This is what he'd brought House to. He'd figured out what Foreman wanted, and he was playing along with the rules Foreman had set in order to get it. Foreman didn't even bother to hide exactly how smug that made him.
Bringing his hand up to House's dick, he quickly sucked him in, swirling his tongue as he created suction. Hard and fast, bordering on obscene. Letting it last for as long as he could hold his breath, until he had to stop and gulp for air. A second later, when he had his breath back, Foreman slid his way back up House's body and kissed him quickly. "Very subtle," he said, smirking. He sat up on his knees, straddling House's hips, and leaned over to open the drawer House had flung his arm towards.
It wasn't difficult to figure out that the only drawer near the bed would hold House's lube. Considering the state of the rest of House's apartment, actually, Foreman might find an entire magpie's hoard of whatever items had caught House's eye and that he'd then lost interest in, along with a dozen half-empty bottles of Vicodin. It was better than he'd hoped, though, and Foreman didn't have to dig far to find a box of condoms and a bottle of lube. He watched House's face for a second, looking for House's reaction to what he intended to do. He worked his way back to his previous position and took his time pulling House's shorts the rest of the way off. Foreman definitely wasn't going to tell House how fucking hot he looked with his legs half-trapped, or that Foreman would leave him like that if only he didn't need more room.
Once House was naked, Foreman looked him over as he opened the bottle, enjoying the sight all over again. The lube made what he'd been doing that much easier, and Foreman let it glide over his hand for a second, listening to his own breathing and the slippery sounds of his fingers rubbing together. The sound alone turned him on, and Foreman sucked a slow, open-mouthed kiss against House's stomach before massaging his fingertips against House's ass, waiting for House to spread his legs and make this even easier.
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Date: 2009-02-21 09:49 am (UTC)It would probably confuse House further to give him what he said he wanted. Foreman chuckled at that, turning his head to muffle the sound against House's thigh. Reverse psychology. This is what he'd brought House to. He'd figured out what Foreman wanted, and he was playing along with the rules Foreman had set in order to get it. Foreman didn't even bother to hide exactly how smug that made him.
Bringing his hand up to House's dick, he quickly sucked him in, swirling his tongue as he created suction. Hard and fast, bordering on obscene. Letting it last for as long as he could hold his breath, until he had to stop and gulp for air. A second later, when he had his breath back, Foreman slid his way back up House's body and kissed him quickly. "Very subtle," he said, smirking. He sat up on his knees, straddling House's hips, and leaned over to open the drawer House had flung his arm towards.
It wasn't difficult to figure out that the only drawer near the bed would hold House's lube. Considering the state of the rest of House's apartment, actually, Foreman might find an entire magpie's hoard of whatever items had caught House's eye and that he'd then lost interest in, along with a dozen half-empty bottles of Vicodin. It was better than he'd hoped, though, and Foreman didn't have to dig far to find a box of condoms and a bottle of lube. He watched House's face for a second, looking for House's reaction to what he intended to do. He worked his way back to his previous position and took his time pulling House's shorts the rest of the way off. Foreman definitely wasn't going to tell House how fucking hot he looked with his legs half-trapped, or that Foreman would leave him like that if only he didn't need more room.
Once House was naked, Foreman looked him over as he opened the bottle, enjoying the sight all over again. The lube made what he'd been doing that much easier, and Foreman let it glide over his hand for a second, listening to his own breathing and the slippery sounds of his fingers rubbing together. The sound alone turned him on, and Foreman sucked a slow, open-mouthed kiss against House's stomach before massaging his fingertips against House's ass, waiting for House to spread his legs and make this even easier.