House shuddered. “Oh, god,” he gasped. Swallowed hard. “I should warn you, it’s… it’s been a while. I may be a bit… eager. Though at the same time I want nothing more than for this to last and last.” He bucked slightly toward his hand, and gripped Fox’s hip harder.
House chuckled fondly. “Ah yes, perhaps that is something I would love more.” He groaned, and then muffled it against Fox’s mouth with another fierce kiss. His hands traced his arms, sliding down, then to his hips, fingers tracing down his ass.
And touch him, House did. This time, he pushed Fox back onto the bed so that he could climb on top of him. And god, it was amazing that he could do that. He straddled his hips, both knees on the mattress. And began sliding his hands over his body, kissing him, lips going from his neck to his chest to his abdomen….
House was loving every moment of it, every moan, every touch, every taste… The sound of his name was perfect, and once he’d moved lower he didn’t hesitate before finally wrapping his lips around Fox’s cock.
House took note of the words he used - at least, the ones he could catch - as he continued to suck him, hands sliding up his thighs, thumbs digging into them.
Oh, that was... beautiful. House moaned around his cock and kept going. He would stop if Fox asked him to, but if he didn't, he would relish the opportunity to taste him..
"Greg," he gasped, one hand clawing at the bedsheets now. "I... I am near.
I'm- I'm near," he warned, breathless and so near the edge despite his
efforts to hold back.
After a moment, House lifted his head. "Shall I finish you?" he asked, voice low. "Or would you rather wait?" He asked partly because he still didn't know much about nymph physiology.
House's breath caught. "Yes... yes, okay." He glanced around. "I'm not sure there's anything here that would work well for lubricant. Will you be all right with just...?" He put two fingers into his own mouth.
Fox nodded a little, too lost in lust to think. Eventually his brain seemed
to switch back on though, taking Greg's hand and using a little magic to
make the man's fingers slick.
Something else that had not even occurred to him. "Oh... clever boy," he murmured, and kissed his stomach as he nudged his legs apart and slid a finger inside him.
It was obvious in the way his body clenched and tensed, that it had been
quite some time since Fox had last been touched there. The sound he made
was sharp and a bit pitched, but eventually he started to relax.
"Greg," he gasped again, holding the other man tighter, fingers digging
into skin as though afraid to let go.
Oblivious, House only felt an additional push of desire, perhaps a slightly aggressive one, that certainly didn’t strike him as odd considering how incredibly turned on he was right now.
He lifted his head, eyes dark with want. “My god, Fox. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything as much as I want you right now.”
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