"I don't--want a preview." Foreman wasn't going to think about it. Not yet. Not now. If House wanted to fuck him, he could show some initiative next time. It wasn't like Foreman would get in his way. He might be stronger but House could stop him in his tracks with just a sound, a word, anything that showed what he wanted. Foreman wouldn't like it if House pushed too hard--the instinct to push back was too strong--but House already knew what he liked. He could get under Foreman's guard, catch him before Foreman knew what was happening. Christ, just imagining it--House kissing the breath out of him and touching him before Foreman knew what was happening--was almost more than Foreman could take right now. It would be like a betrayal of himself, but if anyone could make that happen, it was House, who knew him too goddamn well. The sneaking sense of giving in to the pleasure would be too much, and Foreman didn't want to think about it. He couldn't think, not anymore. He felt too good, pleasure overloading his brain. All that was left was giving it to House, thrusting, turning over his control into pure movement.
Foreman was panting hard, sweat slipping over his shoulders and chest, his skin burning. His cock was tight and full, and the slick rub of the lube and the constriction each time he pushed back in was overwhelming, erasing every thought in his mind. All he wanted was to make House come, and then to collapse on top of him, let his orgasm take him over completely. God, he was so close, but meeting House's eyes when he spoke only made Foreman want to keep going. Never stop. House was trying so hard to be defiant, and Foreman knew he could wipe that expression away. Just a few more seconds. Long enough to make House forget his damn name. Foreman arched his back, his abs tightening, to close the last inch between them, so that his stomach brushed over House's erection every time he moved. If House didn't want to touch himself, fine, Foreman could give him that, too. Foreman could give him a hell of a lot and House goddamn well knew it. "I want you--" He stopped, took a breath, the sudden heat of the words too much for him. "To--come for me," he finished, pushing the words out, pushing as hard as he was could. "Come--on, House."
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Date: 2009-02-27 05:17 am (UTC)Foreman was panting hard, sweat slipping over his shoulders and chest, his skin burning. His cock was tight and full, and the slick rub of the lube and the constriction each time he pushed back in was overwhelming, erasing every thought in his mind. All he wanted was to make House come, and then to collapse on top of him, let his orgasm take him over completely. God, he was so close, but meeting House's eyes when he spoke only made Foreman want to keep going. Never stop. House was trying so hard to be defiant, and Foreman knew he could wipe that expression away. Just a few more seconds. Long enough to make House forget his damn name. Foreman arched his back, his abs tightening, to close the last inch between them, so that his stomach brushed over House's erection every time he moved. If House didn't want to touch himself, fine, Foreman could give him that, too. Foreman could give him a hell of a lot and House goddamn well knew it. "I want you--" He stopped, took a breath, the sudden heat of the words too much for him. "To--come for me," he finished, pushing the words out, pushing as hard as he was could. "Come--on, House."