Foreman held back a breath of relief when House joined him, not needing to be coaxed. He still felt uncomfortable, even though they hadn't done anything yet. His offer still hung over him, making him feel like he didn't know what step to take next. If he started shoving House down, pinning him as he kissed him, he'd feel more in control, but the whole point was to not be in control. To show House that he didn't have to be. Foreman started to lean in when House lay down next to him, but he realized that House was reaching for the condom and lube, and he bit his lip, hanging back again. He couldn't meet House's eyes, and House didn't seem to want to say anything or look at him, either. Even lying down next to each other felt more perfunctory than it ever had before. God, what if this didn't work? For either of them? Foreman closed his eyes, but opened them again when he felt House starting to touch him. Hesitantly, but at least he'd started. Foreman nodded, even though House probably wouldn't see. He could feel the urge to move into House's hand, to feel something firmer. This would work. It had started slowly, but Foreman was beginning to feel more than just nerves, and House seemed willing to try.
Foreman breathed in, more than loud enough for House to hear, when House closed his mouth over his nipple. It felt good, and even better was that House knew where he liked to be touched. It was easier then, with the encouragement of the sensation, to start touching back. Foreman reached out and rubbed his hand down from House's side to his ass to pull House closer. He was starting to get hard, and it helped if he didn't have to think. He couldn't quite reach House to kiss him, which would have been the best way to shut his brain off entirely. Instead, he ran his hand along House's side again, then down to his dick. Foreman closed his fist loosely around him and started a slow, firm rhythm, his thumb rubbing along the underside with each pull. He was watching, enjoying the sight, the feeling of making House hard, and that was more than enough to start shedding some of his awkwardness. He shifted his hips forward, starting to breathe more heavily, hoping that House would keep going, maybe start jerking him off the same way.
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Foreman breathed in, more than loud enough for House to hear, when House closed his mouth over his nipple. It felt good, and even better was that House knew where he liked to be touched. It was easier then, with the encouragement of the sensation, to start touching back. Foreman reached out and rubbed his hand down from House's side to his ass to pull House closer. He was starting to get hard, and it helped if he didn't have to think. He couldn't quite reach House to kiss him, which would have been the best way to shut his brain off entirely. Instead, he ran his hand along House's side again, then down to his dick. Foreman closed his fist loosely around him and started a slow, firm rhythm, his thumb rubbing along the underside with each pull. He was watching, enjoying the sight, the feeling of making House hard, and that was more than enough to start shedding some of his awkwardness. He shifted his hips forward, starting to breathe more heavily, hoping that House would keep going, maybe start jerking him off the same way.