House felt the change in Foreman's reactions when he started licking his nipple, scraping lightly with teeth before smoothing his tongue over it again. He scooted closer when Foreman urged him to, breaking away for a second before lowering his mouth back down, sucking a little harder. It was hard for him to think about his own arousal when his brain was this preoccupied, but when he felt Foreman's fingers wrap around him, his body started responding before checking in with his brain. It felt good, not intensely pleasurable and not enough to completely displace his awkwardness, but House could feel his arousal growing, could feel himself getting harder with each stroke Foreman gave him.
It still felt...business-like. Foreman touching him and getting him hard just so House could fuck him. House hated that he thought a damn kiss would make a difference, but it was worth a shot--anything to break out of this bizarre awkwardness. He hadn't felt this way the first time they'd had sex. He knew that this was still new, and beyond his personal comfort zone, but he would have thought all the wine he'd stolen at the restaurant would have made it easier. His head was still a little clouded, his coordination just off from the alcohol, but he couldn't stop thinking that this wasn't something usual, for either of them. He really couldn't know with Foreman, how often he'd done this, or how much he actually liked it--or if he just did it to prove something. But he knew that he'd only done this to Jake--not that House was going to start mentioning it now. With any other guy--a casual thing or with a prostitute--he'd always gotten fucked; it was always what he'd wanted, and even with Jake, it had always been his preference. Fucking loved it. With Foreman, too. He wasn't about to start pinpointing why as much as he was going to start thinking about the reasons why this felt so damn awkward.
House tried to push all that away, shifting carefully up Foreman's body and leaning into him to cover his mouth with a kiss. He tried to let himself run on automatic pilot, but he was thinking so fucking much about what he was doing, how he was kissing, and where he was touching. His hand slid down Foreman's chest and over his stomach. House angled his head, kissed harder, pushed his tongue against Foreman's as he wrapped his hand around Foreman's cock, holding tighter than he probably needed to, but trying to move forward. Trying to make himself stop thinking about this, and what it meant. Maybe if he split his attention in too many places, if he got hot enough, turned on enough, he wouldn't be able to give this much thought anymore. He could feel Foreman getting harder in his hand, and, yeah, it was fucking hot. He could feel how Foreman reacted, feel it in the way Foreman touched him, and it made him even harder. He pulled out of the kiss, already breathing a little faster, and lowered his mouth down to Foreman's ear, sucking on his earlobe before moving down to suck hard on his neck as he stroked Foreman's dick. House was getting there himself, still feeling slightly awkward, but now wanting a little more. Foreman had said he'd wanted him. Now House wanted to see it, see what Foreman could do with his body to show him that this was what he wanted.
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Date: 2009-04-12 01:41 am (UTC)It still felt...business-like. Foreman touching him and getting him hard just so House could fuck him. House hated that he thought a damn kiss would make a difference, but it was worth a shot--anything to break out of this bizarre awkwardness. He hadn't felt this way the first time they'd had sex. He knew that this was still new, and beyond his personal comfort zone, but he would have thought all the wine he'd stolen at the restaurant would have made it easier. His head was still a little clouded, his coordination just off from the alcohol, but he couldn't stop thinking that this wasn't something usual, for either of them. He really couldn't know with Foreman, how often he'd done this, or how much he actually liked it--or if he just did it to prove something. But he knew that he'd only done this to Jake--not that House was going to start mentioning it now. With any other guy--a casual thing or with a prostitute--he'd always gotten fucked; it was always what he'd wanted, and even with Jake, it had always been his preference. Fucking loved it. With Foreman, too. He wasn't about to start pinpointing why as much as he was going to start thinking about the reasons why this felt so damn awkward.
House tried to push all that away, shifting carefully up Foreman's body and leaning into him to cover his mouth with a kiss. He tried to let himself run on automatic pilot, but he was thinking so fucking much about what he was doing, how he was kissing, and where he was touching. His hand slid down Foreman's chest and over his stomach. House angled his head, kissed harder, pushed his tongue against Foreman's as he wrapped his hand around Foreman's cock, holding tighter than he probably needed to, but trying to move forward. Trying to make himself stop thinking about this, and what it meant. Maybe if he split his attention in too many places, if he got hot enough, turned on enough, he wouldn't be able to give this much thought anymore. He could feel Foreman getting harder in his hand, and, yeah, it was fucking hot. He could feel how Foreman reacted, feel it in the way Foreman touched him, and it made him even harder. He pulled out of the kiss, already breathing a little faster, and lowered his mouth down to Foreman's ear, sucking on his earlobe before moving down to suck hard on his neck as he stroked Foreman's dick. House was getting there himself, still feeling slightly awkward, but now wanting a little more. Foreman had said he'd wanted him. Now House wanted to see it, see what Foreman could do with his body to show him that this was what he wanted.