Foreman grinned at first, watching House adjust his position for him. He knew House wanted him. House was the one who'd started this, after all, even if he was only doing it to delay them. Foreman knew he was better than work; in House's mind, almost anything was. But when House squirmed to get on top of the pillow, spreading his legs so that Foreman could see every last inch of him from where he was kneeling between House's knees--that meant, as far as Foreman was concerned, that he was better than House making any attempt at maintaining his dignity, his bullshit barriers. House could still talk a good game, but his body, the way he pushed up into Foreman's touch, told the truth. It was incredibly hot to watch. Christ, Foreman wanted to give House exactly what he wanted, what he'd asked for. He'd gotten his control back, or as much of it as he'd be able to maintain while he fucked House hard and fast, and every part of him wanted to get on with it. Whether House had asked or not. Whether it was his way or not.
Foreman had leaned forward, letting go of House's erection and crawling over him, when House lifted his head and issued his invitation, meeting Foreman's eyes with a pointed stare. Foreman paused, his gaze jerking away House's face despite himself. "I don't think you want that," he said, but he'd spoken too soon, before he could hide his reaction. Instead of smug, he sounded fucking hesitant, as if he was afraid. It wasn't that. It was everything else, all the goddamn emotion that was written all over House's face when Foreman fucked him, everything Foreman liked seeing but nothing that he wanted to show himself. Foreman ignored House long enough to position himself and guide his erection as he pushed in again. God, yes, it felt even better after pulling back and feeling how cold the air was, after being pressed against House's body and feeling the heat in his skin, his breath, with every movement. Foreman drew back before thrusting in hard. "This," he said, bucking his hips forward again. No more hesitation. Make House forget what he'd said. And get lost himself while he was at it. Foreman supported himself on his knees, his hands propping him up beside House's shoulders, and abandoned his body to every last sensation thundering through him as he fucked House hard. "This is--what you want."
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Date: 2009-02-26 06:25 am (UTC)Foreman had leaned forward, letting go of House's erection and crawling over him, when House lifted his head and issued his invitation, meeting Foreman's eyes with a pointed stare. Foreman paused, his gaze jerking away House's face despite himself. "I don't think you want that," he said, but he'd spoken too soon, before he could hide his reaction. Instead of smug, he sounded fucking hesitant, as if he was afraid. It wasn't that. It was everything else, all the goddamn emotion that was written all over House's face when Foreman fucked him, everything Foreman liked seeing but nothing that he wanted to show himself. Foreman ignored House long enough to position himself and guide his erection as he pushed in again. God, yes, it felt even better after pulling back and feeling how cold the air was, after being pressed against House's body and feeling the heat in his skin, his breath, with every movement. Foreman drew back before thrusting in hard. "This," he said, bucking his hips forward again. No more hesitation. Make House forget what he'd said. And get lost himself while he was at it. Foreman supported himself on his knees, his hands propping him up beside House's shoulders, and abandoned his body to every last sensation thundering through him as he fucked House hard. "This is--what you want."