House had his eyes locked on Foreman's face, taking--fucking reveling--in every groan, and push, and yeah that Foreman offered up. Fucking amazing. House wished he had a damn video camera, a mirror, anything to show Foreman how fucking wanton he looked. The expression on Foreman's face when he arched back, turned his face against the pillow, and did exactly what House had told him to do. Fuck me, I want you to. Fuck, yes. House raised his hips up, pushing with his left foot, and pressed the head of his cock against Foreman's ass, pushing forward enough for Foreman to feel, not enough to push inside. House's lips still brushed Foreman's ear, and House couldn't resist the urge to talk, hearing the smugness in his own voice, feeling a laugh dance up his throat. "You should see yourself." House grinned as he dragged his tongue over Foreman's neck. "All spread open. Wanting it. Begging for it." House knew Foreman was going to remember this, make him ache and beg for it even more the next time Foreman had House pinned under him, but this was worth it. House hoped that Foreman could hear the grin as he adjusted, nudging forward again. "Anything for you, Foreman," he said, giving Foreman enough time to hear the arrogance in his voice before pushing just inside.
Oh, fuck. House bit back a moan, managed to turn it into a low hum, closing his eyes at how tight, slick heat. It was a damn good thing he had to take this slow at first, because if he didn't--fuck, yeah that was good--he wouldn't be able to last. He lowered himself down, his whole body pressing Foreman down and into the mattress, and kissed Foreman shoulder, sucked on the tense, flexing muscle. House let himself sink in slowly, reaching for Foreman's wrists and pinning them down, putting his weight behind it. God. Oh, God. So hot. So fucking tight. "Oh, yeah. Fuck, Foreman." House couldn't keep the words back, couldn't hold back a deep groan when he finally reached all the way inside. "God, yeah."
House stayed still--not just for Foreman, but himself, needing to come down a little before he started moving--and he kissed Foreman's shoulder again, his neck. Long, open-mouthed kisses, pausing with his lips parted against Foreman's skin so he could breathe. He knew he wasn't going to be able to keep this up for long, fuck him like this, but having Foreman like this, trapped, unable to touch himself, practically forced to give in did more for him than he ever thought it would.
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Date: 2009-04-13 03:23 am (UTC)Oh, fuck. House bit back a moan, managed to turn it into a low hum, closing his eyes at how tight, slick heat. It was a damn good thing he had to take this slow at first, because if he didn't--fuck, yeah that was good--he wouldn't be able to last. He lowered himself down, his whole body pressing Foreman down and into the mattress, and kissed Foreman shoulder, sucked on the tense, flexing muscle. House let himself sink in slowly, reaching for Foreman's wrists and pinning them down, putting his weight behind it. God. Oh, God. So hot. So fucking tight. "Oh, yeah. Fuck, Foreman." House couldn't keep the words back, couldn't hold back a deep groan when he finally reached all the way inside. "God, yeah."
House stayed still--not just for Foreman, but himself, needing to come down a little before he started moving--and he kissed Foreman's shoulder again, his neck. Long, open-mouthed kisses, pausing with his lips parted against Foreman's skin so he could breathe. He knew he wasn't going to be able to keep this up for long, fuck him like this, but having Foreman like this, trapped, unable to touch himself, practically forced to give in did more for him than he ever thought it would.