House did his best to fight against Foreman's resistance. He knew Foreman could probably get out of this if he wanted, but he pressed down harder anyway, letting himself grin when Foreman spoke.
"Of course, honey," House said, refusing to be even a little ruffled by Foreman's pushiness. He let Foreman hear the sarcasm in his voice, pausing to nip at Foreman's earlobe. He waited another few seconds, letting himself enjoy the feeling of Foreman's body under him, solid and pushing back just a little, and the tight heat all around his cock, slipping just a little when Foreman nudged back. Enough friction to be almost torturous, and enough to make House want to move more than Foreman's urging.
House drew back slowly, almost all the way out, and pushed in slow. He knew he wasn't giving Foreman what he wanted, but, fuck, he wanted to feel. "Oh, yeah," House whispered, humming in the back of his throat when he did it again, the same motion. Pleasure spread out from his dick and up his body, making House lower his head, rest it against Foreman, and close his eyes. "Yeah. Mmm." A few more strokes like that, and it wasn't long before House's body started pushing forward on its own, House's brain starting to shut off as he let his body take control, thrusting in harder. He was breathing faster, matching the rhythm his body was moving. Grunting each time he pushed hard, rocked Foreman and himself.
House tried to keep himself quiet, wanting to push sounds out of Foreman, wanted to be quiet enough to hear them, but, God, it felt so fucking good. So good. It was starting to become a strain on his body, his leg, and he had to stop, thrusting all the way in and raising his mouth to Foreman's ear. "Too bad you can't touch yourself," he taunted, drawing back a little, rubbing inside. "I bet you want to." He moved again, this time harder, and he lowered his voice when he continued, brushing his lips against Foreman's ear. "I want to. Jerk you off. Make you come."
He managed a few more hard thrusts, fucking Foreman as hard and fast as he could, unable to hold back a gritty, low groan before he stopped again. "Now how about you move your lazy ass? I want to jerk you off while I fuck you," House said, pulling out and sliding his hand over Foreman's back, going slow enough to get another look at the lines of his back, broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist. He squeezed Foreman's ass, looking down to see the shine of the lube, a streak of it across one side from when he'd pulled out, before House rolled onto his back. It would be nice to give his body a break and watch Foreman move on him, be forced to actively show how much he wanted this, be able to jerk him off and make him come. Come apart. Fuck, yes. "Or, well, while you fuck yourself."
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Date: 2009-04-14 12:04 am (UTC)"Of course, honey," House said, refusing to be even a little ruffled by Foreman's pushiness. He let Foreman hear the sarcasm in his voice, pausing to nip at Foreman's earlobe. He waited another few seconds, letting himself enjoy the feeling of Foreman's body under him, solid and pushing back just a little, and the tight heat all around his cock, slipping just a little when Foreman nudged back. Enough friction to be almost torturous, and enough to make House want to move more than Foreman's urging.
House drew back slowly, almost all the way out, and pushed in slow. He knew he wasn't giving Foreman what he wanted, but, fuck, he wanted to feel. "Oh, yeah," House whispered, humming in the back of his throat when he did it again, the same motion. Pleasure spread out from his dick and up his body, making House lower his head, rest it against Foreman, and close his eyes. "Yeah. Mmm." A few more strokes like that, and it wasn't long before House's body started pushing forward on its own, House's brain starting to shut off as he let his body take control, thrusting in harder. He was breathing faster, matching the rhythm his body was moving. Grunting each time he pushed hard, rocked Foreman and himself.
House tried to keep himself quiet, wanting to push sounds out of Foreman, wanted to be quiet enough to hear them, but, God, it felt so fucking good. So good. It was starting to become a strain on his body, his leg, and he had to stop, thrusting all the way in and raising his mouth to Foreman's ear. "Too bad you can't touch yourself," he taunted, drawing back a little, rubbing inside. "I bet you want to." He moved again, this time harder, and he lowered his voice when he continued, brushing his lips against Foreman's ear. "I want to. Jerk you off. Make you come."
He managed a few more hard thrusts, fucking Foreman as hard and fast as he could, unable to hold back a gritty, low groan before he stopped again. "Now how about you move your lazy ass? I want to jerk you off while I fuck you," House said, pulling out and sliding his hand over Foreman's back, going slow enough to get another look at the lines of his back, broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist. He squeezed Foreman's ass, looking down to see the shine of the lube, a streak of it across one side from when he'd pulled out, before House rolled onto his back. It would be nice to give his body a break and watch Foreman move on him, be forced to actively show how much he wanted this, be able to jerk him off and make him come. Come apart. Fuck, yes. "Or, well, while you fuck yourself."