God, this was insane. Good, and starting to feel better, but Foreman couldn't decide whether to move more or whether to tell House to stop completely. He'd made his point. House knew that he'd let him do this, or let him try. But Foreman didn't know if he could stand it, not knowing what would happen next.
He couldn't predict when House was going to push deeper, and at the same time, he couldn't predict the moment when House reached, the pad of his finger touching Foreman there, rubbing over his prostate. It was like walking into a punch, perfectly timed and shocking, breaking his concentration. "Ahh--" The sound burst out of him, and Foreman clenched down, trying to hold House's finger in that one spot. Yeah. Oh yeah. He wasn't ready for this, for the bright, jolting sensation, definitely not for House to do it again. Foreman jerked back, practically involuntarily, a moan catching in his throat. Searching for that touch again. He wanted to snap his jaw shut, not let out too much, but he was breathing too fast, and his mouth opened as he gulped for air.
Jesus. Oh yes. He wanted more. He'd have to ask for it, and Foreman felt a brief flare of frustration at the smug tone in House's voice, even as he knew that he didn't want House to throw caution to the wind and assume he was fine. He worked himself over House's finger a few more times, until the movement felt smooth and easy. Just another moment and he'd be ready. Foreman bent his head to draw a line of wet, sucking kisses from House's shoulder and up his throat. Letting House touch him, using his body to shove House down against the bed with each thrust. Arousal swept through him, and he felt so fucking hot, his cock full and heavy where it was trapped between their stomachs. "Yeah," he said, lifting his head. His chest was heaving. House was breathing quickly, too, and knowing this turned him on, too, let Foreman say the words. "Yeah, I want more." He leaned in to kiss House again, and murmured, "Keep going," against his lips.
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Date: 2009-04-12 03:13 pm (UTC)He couldn't predict when House was going to push deeper, and at the same time, he couldn't predict the moment when House reached, the pad of his finger touching Foreman there, rubbing over his prostate. It was like walking into a punch, perfectly timed and shocking, breaking his concentration. "Ahh--" The sound burst out of him, and Foreman clenched down, trying to hold House's finger in that one spot. Yeah. Oh yeah. He wasn't ready for this, for the bright, jolting sensation, definitely not for House to do it again. Foreman jerked back, practically involuntarily, a moan catching in his throat. Searching for that touch again. He wanted to snap his jaw shut, not let out too much, but he was breathing too fast, and his mouth opened as he gulped for air.
Jesus. Oh yes. He wanted more. He'd have to ask for it, and Foreman felt a brief flare of frustration at the smug tone in House's voice, even as he knew that he didn't want House to throw caution to the wind and assume he was fine. He worked himself over House's finger a few more times, until the movement felt smooth and easy. Just another moment and he'd be ready. Foreman bent his head to draw a line of wet, sucking kisses from House's shoulder and up his throat. Letting House touch him, using his body to shove House down against the bed with each thrust. Arousal swept through him, and he felt so fucking hot, his cock full and heavy where it was trapped between their stomachs. "Yeah," he said, lifting his head. His chest was heaving. House was breathing quickly, too, and knowing this turned him on, too, let Foreman say the words. "Yeah, I want more." He leaned in to kiss House again, and murmured, "Keep going," against his lips.