He grunted, shouldn't have been surprised when Foreman told him no. He didn't give a damn that Foreman didn't seem to be doing it to spite him; it was still a refusal, and almost a challenge to get Foreman to do this his way. He let Foreman kiss him, but not very long, turning his head away before the kiss could really get going. The shift in Foreman's angle didn't do much--the same pleasure, slow-building, dull shots of it, was rippling through his groin. Only a fraction of what he wanted. But Foreman seemed to be getting what he wanted, and House managed a snort when Foreman told him so. "Yeah," he said, pausing to hitch his leg higher, around Foreman's thigh. "I bet."
The air was so damn hot around his body, a humid cloud over his face, Foreman's heat and breath covering just as fully as Foreman's body. But Foreman was going slow, hardly even moving, and it wasn't enough. Fuck. He'd already admitted it once, and he wasn't going to do it again. Once made him sound needy enough, and twice would make him sound pathetic. House tried to use his body instead, make Foreman want to do more. He pulled Foreman in harder, hands squeezing his ass as he clenched tightly around Foreman's cock. It made Foreman feel fucking huge, and House groaned at the sensation himself, loud in Foreman's ear. Foreman's body was sliding over his erection, making him wish he could touch himself, if Foreman was going to go this slow. God, he fucking wanted it, and as long as he wasn't actually saying it, he couldn't work up the sense to be embarrassed about it. He almost wanted Foreman to crush him, slam him down and keep him down, push in at just the right angle and force his orgasm out of him, giving him no other option but to give in to everything.
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Date: 2009-02-26 04:08 am (UTC)The air was so damn hot around his body, a humid cloud over his face, Foreman's heat and breath covering just as fully as Foreman's body. But Foreman was going slow, hardly even moving, and it wasn't enough. Fuck. He'd already admitted it once, and he wasn't going to do it again. Once made him sound needy enough, and twice would make him sound pathetic. House tried to use his body instead, make Foreman want to do more. He pulled Foreman in harder, hands squeezing his ass as he clenched tightly around Foreman's cock. It made Foreman feel fucking huge, and House groaned at the sensation himself, loud in Foreman's ear. Foreman's body was sliding over his erection, making him wish he could touch himself, if Foreman was going to go this slow. God, he fucking wanted it, and as long as he wasn't actually saying it, he couldn't work up the sense to be embarrassed about it. He almost wanted Foreman to crush him, slam him down and keep him down, push in at just the right angle and force his orgasm out of him, giving him no other option but to give in to everything.