House pulled away from him so that he could look down at him, for a long moment. He smiled then, and nudged Fox's legs apart, and up slightly. "Perfect," he said, and slid on top of him, positioning himself, leaning over, kissing him as he started to slowly push inside him.
Fox whimpered, eyes slipping shut as he tried not to clench against the
intrusion. It burned a bit, but in a way that was good- A hint of pain to
brighten the pleasure as Greg filled him slowly.
Again he swore in his native tongue, a bit breathless as his hands clawed
lightly at Greg's shoulders.
House didn’t mind in the least. He liked it, in fact, the passion behind it…
With a groan of pleasure, he began to fuck him, slowly and carefully at first, then harder. It has been so long since he’d done this. His leg limited him, mostly to being ridden. And this was… glorious, for multiple reasons.
It had been so long, and every thrust felt like bliss- And the fact that it
was Greg made it that much better. He'd been craving the other man, his
touch, his words... Everything.
House had picked up quite a few words from Fox’s native tongue just by ocassionally asking, and he peppered them in as he fucked him and spoked quietly near his ear. Beautiful. Perfect. Please.
Slipping a hand between their bodies, Fox took himself in hand.
"Greg," he panted. "I- I'm..."
He was so close, painfully close, and though he was trying to hold back, he
couldn't any longer. Fox came with a sharp cry, pulling House down for a
kiss.
"Of course." House very carefully pulled out o him, and settled beside him not he bed, pulling Fox into his arms, against his chest. "I'm sorry, that I told you I didn't want you in my bed anymore. It's just... it was so hard, when I wanted so badly to touch you."
"I'm afraid though. John has warned me already, that you wouldn't be happy
if you understood the things I will start to crave in time."
He wasn't trying to be vague, it was just embarrassing. Wetting his lips,
he pressed a little closer.
"You don't strike me as a man keen to inflict pain. You're a healer. A good
man, a good soul. I wouldn't expect you to want that, nor would I want to
ask it of you. I like this. I like how we are right now.
"I suppose," he agreed quietly, though it was clear Fox was uncomfortable
with the idea of it coming up at all. As though he was afraid of spoiling
something.
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