Foreman licked his lips, and then pushed himself up--his arms felt shaky already--enough to move over House and kiss him. Hot, and breathless, and as dirty as he could make it, showing House exactly how good he felt. With the added benefit of making House shut up, at least until they both had to come up for air. Foreman continued the kiss while he moved to straddle House, until he was kneeling over him. Fists on either side of House's shoulders. Cock slick against House's stomach, House's erection nudging his ass. Jesus, he was really going to do this. Adrenaline surged through him, making Foreman feel--stupidly, pointlessly--like hesitating. Trembling. There was no reason for it. He'd be the one controlling the pace now. Controlling the whole damn thing. Fucking himself.

Foreman broke the kiss and sat up. Meeting House's eyes, watching to see him lose himself, even a little. "You like this," he said. House had been awkward at first, but now he was more than ready, his dick hard and slick when Foreman reached for him. He wondered if that was some kind of revelation, or if House had done this before. Liked this before. Foreman pumped his hand over House's erection a few times, taunting him now that he had a chance. "You want to fuck me--" Studying House, waiting a second for a reply before he lowered himself down. "Want to watch." He couldn't help his sharp exhale, or his eyes from closing slightly. So good. The angle was different, and he worked himself down slowly, his thighs flexing. Exactly where he wanted. "Mmmn. Makes you hard. Fucking me. Touching me." He stared down at House, eyes half closed, letting everything show. A different kind of challenge. Something House couldn't walk away from. "So--go ahead."