Foreman's 'yeah' boosted House's confidence, made him stroke Foreman's dick faster. Foreman's eagerness was starting to bleed into him, and House found more of the awkwardness slipping. It disappeared almost entirely when he felt Foreman push him, forced him onto his back. That, and the way Foreman had climbed over him, kissed him, still working his dick, had done more for House in those five seconds than anything so far had. House pushed up into Foreman's hand, felt the heat of his arousal pulsing, spreading up his body, and he was relieved when Foreman pulled away to speak. He almost forgot where this was originally supposed to go until Foreman nudged the lube against his hand, telling him to use it. Even when Foreman got fucked, he apparently didn't like to give up his control. Figured. Not that House was going to complain about it; it was more of what he was used to, and it was easier to spread lube over his fingers, pull Foreman lower and closer, and reach around him when Foreman was pushing him to do it.
House lifted one hand to the back of Foreman's neck, keeping him low, and turned his head to suck along Foreman's collar bone as he slid his finger over Foreman's ass. He felt his heart start racing, his cock throbbing, trapped against his stomach. Awkwardness slipped away when House stopped thinking, pushing his dick against Foreman's body as he worked his finger slowly inside Foreman. House finally let out a sound low in his throat, pushing his finger inside a little more. Foreman was so fucking tight, and House was already starting to imagine how good it would feel with his dick buried in him. "Oh, yeah," House said, low and quiet against Foreman's shoulder, working his finger slowly, trying to wait until Foreman pushed back, let him know he wanted more.
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Date: 2009-04-12 05:07 am (UTC)House lifted one hand to the back of Foreman's neck, keeping him low, and turned his head to suck along Foreman's collar bone as he slid his finger over Foreman's ass. He felt his heart start racing, his cock throbbing, trapped against his stomach. Awkwardness slipped away when House stopped thinking, pushing his dick against Foreman's body as he worked his finger slowly inside Foreman. House finally let out a sound low in his throat, pushing his finger inside a little more. Foreman was so fucking tight, and House was already starting to imagine how good it would feel with his dick buried in him. "Oh, yeah," House said, low and quiet against Foreman's shoulder, working his finger slowly, trying to wait until Foreman pushed back, let him know he wanted more.