It had been so long since he'd done this. Doing himself, using his fingers or a toy, was orders of magnitude away from this. Then, Foreman was controlling the pace, and he knew to the second when to pause and when to push further. Trusting someone else with that--not to go too fast, and to stop when Foreman needed it--was scary as fuck. House was going slow, but his finger was insistent, and Foreman couldn't stop second-guessing every move, waiting for the moment when House would go too far, too fast. Foreman's breath was coming quickly, uncertainty fluttering in his stomach, but his pride wouldn't let him show it. He sucked in a deep breath, letting it out in a long, controlled exhale, and pushed back against House's finger. Feeling the slick of the lube, the insistent pressure, the first tight burn fading as House pushed farther inside.

"Yeah, do it--" Foreman gritted his teeth for a moment, forcing his body to relax. He didn't want House to see his face, his concentration as he adjusted, and he dipped his head to whisper against House's ear. "Slow, just--" Foreman lowered himself until he was lying on top of House, their legs entwined, his dick pushing against House's stomach. He rolled his hips forward in careful, incremental thrusts, rubbing against House's body and then easing back against his finger. He'd lost some of his erection, but he was beginning to feel the dull beginnings of pleasure as House rubbed his finger inside. "Like that, yeah," he said, careful not to say any more than was necessary. He didn't want to start babbling, to lose control, and he frowned, already knowing it was coming. He focused on breathing, on sucking at House's earlobe and along his jaw, anything to distract himself for the minute or two before House reached his prostate and had him aching for more.