As quickly as he'd said I want you, the words were ripped away from his memory. Foreman didn't care what he'd said, or what House had heard. He did want this, so strongly that it would fucking terrify him if he wasn't caught up in every last firing of his nerves. All Foreman could feel was the wild, frantic need to come, to let his orgasm spill over and flood through him, erase every last thought in his head.
The quick, jolting pleasure when House reached up and pinched his nipple startled a moan out of Foreman. It was a shot of electricity straight from his nipple to his balls, so fucking intense, and Foreman wasn't prepared to resist when House tugged him closer. His arms wouldn't hold his weight. Foreman let himself collapse on top of House, only barely to one side to avoid knocking House's breath out. Would've served him right. House was still pulling at him, and it only made Foreman more desperate. House's fingers dug into the muscles of his ass, pulling him closer, and Foreman hadn't thought that was even possible. "Ohh yeah. House. Fuck, oh God." Listening to House's shameless moaning, feeling the heat of his breath against his face, Foreman squeezed his eyes shut to just feel. Any second now. Lying on top of House changed his angle just enough, and made it so he didn't have to support himself, and Foreman reached blindly for House's dick with one hand. He didn't, couldn't, do anything coordinated, and he couldn't make himself care about pushing House over the edge first, but he could start a messy, jerky rhythm of strokes. Give House something to think about, something to feel that was as good as this.
Foreman gasped for air when the first wash of sensation burst through him. He let out a short, hoarse groan with each thrust. God, he was losing it. Bucking forward, balls tightening, his orgasm taking him over completely. "Oh, yes--House..." Foreman couldn't stop himself, not from saying House's name, not from letting his control dissolve as pleasure slammed to the forefront of his mind.
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Date: 2009-02-27 06:57 am (UTC)The quick, jolting pleasure when House reached up and pinched his nipple startled a moan out of Foreman. It was a shot of electricity straight from his nipple to his balls, so fucking intense, and Foreman wasn't prepared to resist when House tugged him closer. His arms wouldn't hold his weight. Foreman let himself collapse on top of House, only barely to one side to avoid knocking House's breath out. Would've served him right. House was still pulling at him, and it only made Foreman more desperate. House's fingers dug into the muscles of his ass, pulling him closer, and Foreman hadn't thought that was even possible. "Ohh yeah. House. Fuck, oh God." Listening to House's shameless moaning, feeling the heat of his breath against his face, Foreman squeezed his eyes shut to just feel. Any second now. Lying on top of House changed his angle just enough, and made it so he didn't have to support himself, and Foreman reached blindly for House's dick with one hand. He didn't, couldn't, do anything coordinated, and he couldn't make himself care about pushing House over the edge first, but he could start a messy, jerky rhythm of strokes. Give House something to think about, something to feel that was as good as this.
Foreman gasped for air when the first wash of sensation burst through him. He let out a short, hoarse groan with each thrust. God, he was losing it. Bucking forward, balls tightening, his orgasm taking him over completely. "Oh, yes--House..." Foreman couldn't stop himself, not from saying House's name, not from letting his control dissolve as pleasure slammed to the forefront of his mind.