Foreman opened his mouth as soon as House kissed him. As much as he liked the feeling of House's mouth on his nipple, the hot tease of his tongue, he needed the kiss more. Even that was awkward for a moment, until House adjusted his angle and insisted. Yeah. That was better, and Foreman met House's tongue, sucked on it, shifted into the kiss slightly with each breath he managed to grab. House's hand moved down his body, and Foreman pushed against it, as much as he could, jerking House a little harder, wanting House to take the hint. Foreman moaned, a short, nearly surprised sound, when House wrapped his fingers around him. Tight. Started stroking. Foreman answered as well as he could, keeping up the kiss at the same time as he focused on the heat growing in his groin and mirroring the pace for House. "Yeah," he said, when House broke the kiss for long enough to suck on his neck. Foreman closed his eyes, his mouth still hanging open. The different touches, House's stubble scraping over his neck, the friction and heat of his hand, and the press of his body, were starting to take more of his concentration, not leaving room to be anxious about what he was doing.
They were more or less on their sides, and Foreman pushed before he thought about what he was doing. He shoved House onto his back, following closely, and kissed him again. God, he liked that. Having House under him, and pressing him down while he explored his mouth, his hand still busy on House's dick, firm and hot. Nearly there now. Not hanging back. Foreman could feel his arousal beginning to heat his body from the inside out. He still knew what he wanted, how he wanted this to go, and he wanted to push House into it before he lost his confidence. Foreman swept his right hand over the sheets until he found the bottle of lube, and pushed it into House's hand. "Come on," he said, lifting up from the kiss for a moment, pushing his cock against House's hip. Staring down into House's eyes. At least when he was giving orders he felt sure of himself. "Use that. Touch me."
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They were more or less on their sides, and Foreman pushed before he thought about what he was doing. He shoved House onto his back, following closely, and kissed him again. God, he liked that. Having House under him, and pressing him down while he explored his mouth, his hand still busy on House's dick, firm and hot. Nearly there now. Not hanging back. Foreman could feel his arousal beginning to heat his body from the inside out. He still knew what he wanted, how he wanted this to go, and he wanted to push House into it before he lost his confidence. Foreman swept his right hand over the sheets until he found the bottle of lube, and pushed it into House's hand. "Come on," he said, lifting up from the kiss for a moment, pushing his cock against House's hip. Staring down into House's eyes. At least when he was giving orders he felt sure of himself. "Use that. Touch me."