Foreman gritted his teeth against House's taunts. Anything he said--not that he could force his mind to come up with anything cutting to say--would only make House hold off, probably tease him longer, make him beg more. Foreman knew he could still force House off, though maybe not without hurting him. He clung to the thought that this wasn't anything for him. This was anything--or at least something more--for House, to show him that Foreman trusted him. Begging House because he'd put himself in this position. He didn't have to be here, or do this. But he'd chosen it, and House was right, he wanted it. So fucking badly. The first press of House's cock against his ass had him panting, waiting, aching for it. Foreman could feel the vibration of House's moan against his shoulder, and if he hadn't been concentrating--every fibre, every muscle focused on letting House push inside, slow and intent--then he would have grinned himself, at how much House couldn't hold back even now.
Foreman rubbed against the bed, slowly, rocking just enough to help House work his cock deeper. House had fingered him enough that it didn't hurt, but House felt fucking huge, and Foreman had no idea how House was so eager for him when Foreman fucked him, so open and easy right from the first thrust. Foreman needed time to adjust, even after House was all the way inside. He squeezed the sheets in his fists, bunching his shoulders, focusing as hard as he could on relaxing his muscles, spreading his legs a bit wider.
House clamped his hands down on Foreman's wrists, and Foreman instinctively pushed his shoulders up. He couldn't get free, not with House lying on top of him, a hot, dead weight, but Foreman grunted and flexed his forearms, resisting House's leverage. He twisted his head, not sure if he was trying to get away from House's kisses or to arch into them. House's mouth, the sucking swirl of his tongue, were more relaxing than Foreman wanted to admit. He was starting to get used to being pinned down, to giving House what he wanted. When he moved, his cock rubbed against the bed, and House moved inside him, only a quarter-inch each time, the slick sound of the lube and their fast, harsh breaths emphasizing the pleasure nudging at Foreman's consciousness. Reminding him how much more intense it was going to be in about three seconds. He was ready, now, more than ready, for House to get a move on, to give him what he'd asked for. "Anything?" he asked, fighting hard to sound skeptical. "How about you moving your lazy ass?"
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Date: 2009-04-13 04:09 am (UTC)Foreman rubbed against the bed, slowly, rocking just enough to help House work his cock deeper. House had fingered him enough that it didn't hurt, but House felt fucking huge, and Foreman had no idea how House was so eager for him when Foreman fucked him, so open and easy right from the first thrust. Foreman needed time to adjust, even after House was all the way inside. He squeezed the sheets in his fists, bunching his shoulders, focusing as hard as he could on relaxing his muscles, spreading his legs a bit wider.
House clamped his hands down on Foreman's wrists, and Foreman instinctively pushed his shoulders up. He couldn't get free, not with House lying on top of him, a hot, dead weight, but Foreman grunted and flexed his forearms, resisting House's leverage. He twisted his head, not sure if he was trying to get away from House's kisses or to arch into them. House's mouth, the sucking swirl of his tongue, were more relaxing than Foreman wanted to admit. He was starting to get used to being pinned down, to giving House what he wanted. When he moved, his cock rubbed against the bed, and House moved inside him, only a quarter-inch each time, the slick sound of the lube and their fast, harsh breaths emphasizing the pleasure nudging at Foreman's consciousness. Reminding him how much more intense it was going to be in about three seconds. He was ready, now, more than ready, for House to get a move on, to give him what he'd asked for. "Anything?" he asked, fighting hard to sound skeptical. "How about you moving your lazy ass?"