House glanced over at Foreman, who hadn't moved yet. It made House grin, that he'd worked Foreman into a state where he hardly even wanted to move, that he had felt Foreman shamelessly pushing back, trying to work a hand free because he needed more, had heard Foreman telling him: Like that. House. There, oh God. Not holding back, not even trying to hold back until he taunted Foreman. And all while Foreman's body clenched and tightened around him, reacted beyond Foreman's control, and it was so fucking good. House felt excitement and arousal pound through him when Foreman started shifting and leaned over him to kiss him. He kissed back, opening his mouth and letting Foreman's tongue slide into his mouth, and met him, wet and sloppy and fast. He groaned into Foreman's mouth when Foreman climbed on top of him, when he felt his cock press against Foreman's ass. Fuck, yeah. Do it. Fuck yourself. Fuck me.
When Foreman broke the kiss and sat up, he did his best to--House guessed--taunt him back, but House felt too satisfied with himself already to care. They were shitty attempts anyway. House let his eyes flutter closed for a moment, Foreman's hand on his dick, stroking him, as if he really needed it. But he blinked his eyes open and stared up at Foreman's face, scoffing. "You're telling me things I either already admitted or already let you see. Way to be sharp and point out the obvious. Not to mention--" House closed his eyes and pressed his head back into the pillow, exhaling sharply when Foreman took him all the way in, was practically sitting on him, Foreman's cock warm against his stomach. House spread his hands against the sheets, not raising either to touch Foreman yet. "Not to mention that I'm just laying here. You're the one who's jumping on my dick the first moment you can, like you can't get enough."
Now House raised his hands, sliding them up Foreman's thighs, over his hips. He curled one around Foreman's hip, letting the other keep moving up Foreman's body. Over damp skin, the muscles in Foreman's stomach, over his ribs, his chest. "Look at you," House said, still managing to keep the smugness in his voice even though he wanted so badly to guide Foreman into motion and feel that hot, slick, tight friction all around him, tilt his face to the ceiling, close his eyes, and groan. Take his turn to let go, now that he'd handed the control to Foreman. "So ready to fuck yourself." He pinched Foreman's nipple before sliding his hand back down the center of Foreman's body. "So fucking hard"--House trailed his fingertip over Foreman's dick, base to tip, and smeared pre-come over the head, onto his own stomach--"even though I've barely touched you."
It was hot, that Foreman had reacted almost out of his control, because of what House had done, what he was doing. Foreman could taunt him all he wanted, but House knew he liked this, too. House raised his eyes to Foreman's face and grinned as he wrapped his hand around Foreman's cock. He gave Foreman a few slow pulls, rubbing his thumb along the shaft, over the head each time. "Going to make you come," House said, breathing faster, wanting that hot slide of Foreman's body, but he maintained the confidence in his tone, wanting to push. He let himself imagine it, everything he was saying, the look on Foreman's face when he lost control and came. House sped up his strokes, dropping his other hand to cup Foreman's balls, rolling and pulling gently. "Yeah, make you lose it. Come all over me with my dick in your ass. Not going to be able to stop yourself."
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Date: 2009-04-14 06:26 am (UTC)When Foreman broke the kiss and sat up, he did his best to--House guessed--taunt him back, but House felt too satisfied with himself already to care. They were shitty attempts anyway. House let his eyes flutter closed for a moment, Foreman's hand on his dick, stroking him, as if he really needed it. But he blinked his eyes open and stared up at Foreman's face, scoffing. "You're telling me things I either already admitted or already let you see. Way to be sharp and point out the obvious. Not to mention--" House closed his eyes and pressed his head back into the pillow, exhaling sharply when Foreman took him all the way in, was practically sitting on him, Foreman's cock warm against his stomach. House spread his hands against the sheets, not raising either to touch Foreman yet. "Not to mention that I'm just laying here. You're the one who's jumping on my dick the first moment you can, like you can't get enough."
Now House raised his hands, sliding them up Foreman's thighs, over his hips. He curled one around Foreman's hip, letting the other keep moving up Foreman's body. Over damp skin, the muscles in Foreman's stomach, over his ribs, his chest. "Look at you," House said, still managing to keep the smugness in his voice even though he wanted so badly to guide Foreman into motion and feel that hot, slick, tight friction all around him, tilt his face to the ceiling, close his eyes, and groan. Take his turn to let go, now that he'd handed the control to Foreman. "So ready to fuck yourself." He pinched Foreman's nipple before sliding his hand back down the center of Foreman's body. "So fucking hard"--House trailed his fingertip over Foreman's dick, base to tip, and smeared pre-come over the head, onto his own stomach--"even though I've barely touched you."
It was hot, that Foreman had reacted almost out of his control, because of what House had done, what he was doing. Foreman could taunt him all he wanted, but House knew he liked this, too. House raised his eyes to Foreman's face and grinned as he wrapped his hand around Foreman's cock. He gave Foreman a few slow pulls, rubbing his thumb along the shaft, over the head each time. "Going to make you come," House said, breathing faster, wanting that hot slide of Foreman's body, but he maintained the confidence in his tone, wanting to push. He let himself imagine it, everything he was saying, the look on Foreman's face when he lost control and came. House sped up his strokes, dropping his other hand to cup Foreman's balls, rolling and pulling gently. "Yeah, make you lose it. Come all over me with my dick in your ass. Not going to be able to stop yourself."