"Frustrated's--a good look for you," Foreman said, panting lightly. Slow was working for him, chiseling away his control in small spurts. The spread of pleasure through his body making him feel perfectly concentrated, perfectly alert to every feeling. He smirked down at House, enjoying the up-close-and-personal view of House twisting away from his kiss. Foreman would have liked to continue it, but there was something to be said for scraping his teeth over the cords in House's neck instead, burning his tongue on House's stubble. He'd go faster. Eventually. When the payoff was worth it.
A second later, it was. The instant House clenched down, the Foreman froze for a second, stopped breathing entirely, not even able to thrust, focusing on nothing except the throb of pleasure, the intense, constricted heat around his cock. "Yes. Oh fuck." He didn't notice the words falling out of his mouth. The pleasure slammed through his stomach, spread to his entire body. Foreman barely heard House's groan, too lost in his own panting, desperate reaction. "If--" he started, and gulped for air, trying to remember how words worked in a sentence before he tried again. "If you're--going to do that, why should I--ah--go faster?" He was already convinced, though. Another squeeze like that and Foreman would be toppling over the edge, and he wanted House to come first, wanted to force it out of him.
As soon as he'd recovered enough to coordinate the move, Foreman reached up and grabbed the pillow out from under House's head, not bothering if he fell back against the mattress. Foreman wouldn't shove the pillow under House's hips himself--House might not be showing any pain, but Foreman wasn't going to risk wrestling him into exactly the wrong position to finish this--but he could make what he wanted pretty damn clear by stuffing the pillow half-under House's lower back. Foreman sat up on his knees, pulling out completely, biting his lip at the loss of sensation. Yeah, House could have what he wanted, as soon as he was in a better position to appreciate it. Foreman reached for the lube, pouring some into his hand and wrapped his hand around House's erection. He squeezed hard as he stroked, repayment, showing House exactly how good it had felt. Exactly how hard Foreman would fuck him, in just one second more. "Has it been longer than a minute?" he asked. "Think I can give you what you want yet?"
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Date: 2009-02-26 05:24 am (UTC)A second later, it was. The instant House clenched down, the Foreman froze for a second, stopped breathing entirely, not even able to thrust, focusing on nothing except the throb of pleasure, the intense, constricted heat around his cock. "Yes. Oh fuck." He didn't notice the words falling out of his mouth. The pleasure slammed through his stomach, spread to his entire body. Foreman barely heard House's groan, too lost in his own panting, desperate reaction. "If--" he started, and gulped for air, trying to remember how words worked in a sentence before he tried again. "If you're--going to do that, why should I--ah--go faster?" He was already convinced, though. Another squeeze like that and Foreman would be toppling over the edge, and he wanted House to come first, wanted to force it out of him.
As soon as he'd recovered enough to coordinate the move, Foreman reached up and grabbed the pillow out from under House's head, not bothering if he fell back against the mattress. Foreman wouldn't shove the pillow under House's hips himself--House might not be showing any pain, but Foreman wasn't going to risk wrestling him into exactly the wrong position to finish this--but he could make what he wanted pretty damn clear by stuffing the pillow half-under House's lower back. Foreman sat up on his knees, pulling out completely, biting his lip at the loss of sensation. Yeah, House could have what he wanted, as soon as he was in a better position to appreciate it. Foreman reached for the lube, pouring some into his hand and wrapped his hand around House's erection. He squeezed hard as he stroked, repayment, showing House exactly how good it had felt. Exactly how hard Foreman would fuck him, in just one second more. "Has it been longer than a minute?" he asked. "Think I can give you what you want yet?"