shadows_fall | House

House was at least, he thought, quite good with his hands. He could also tell immediately that he should take care, and he did.

The fae was panting softly, breath catching occasionally as his grip started to loosen slightly and he relaxed more and more beneath Greg's attention.

House slid a second finger inside him and crooked them expertly as he bit down lightly on Fox's hip with his teeth.

The spike of pain made his magic a bit more aggressive, his pheromones briefly flooding the room before he could get them back under control.

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.”

"I'm sorry," Fox panted, trying to reign his magic back in. "I'm trying to control it."

House blinked at him, confused. “Fox, you don’t need to do anything. It’s just… it’s not magic, I swear. I just want you.”

Fox nodded a little, trying to relax a bit again. He did worry though, that his magic was getting under House's skin.

“And you?” House said softly, and crooked his fingers inside him once more. “Do you want me?”

For once the translator got it exactly right.

"Desperately," Fox purred.

"And... and are you ready for me?" House asked breathlessly.

"Yes," Fox purred. "I want you, Greg. I want to feel you, I want to know you..."

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.

"Oh my god," breathed House. Careful. Slow. And when he was fully seated inside him, he stopped, and looked down at him.

He repeated one of the words Fox had said in pleasure. "What does that mean?" he asked with a sort smile, and kissed him gently.

Fox moaned into the kiss, breathless and brainless for just a moment, before finally answering.

"Please. It means please."

House repeated the word against Fox’s ear. “Please. Please, may I fuck you…”

Fox gasped, his breath catching again as he swallowed hard and nodded.

"Yes. ...I- Yes, Greg, please," he babbled softly, holding on so tightly to the other man he was certain he would leave marks.

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.

"Need you," he confessed. "Need this."

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.

As much as House wanted this to last forever, he too was having trouble holding himself back. And that was certainly all it took.

Fox's mouth was on his just as House thrust one last time, coming deep inside him, his groan muffled by the kiss.

It was perfect, and for the first time in so long, Fox felt connected. Whole, even.

As the kiss broke, he held House's gaze and said the nearest thing to 'thank you' that he'd ever say in his native tongue.

"You have done me such a kindness. My heart is full."

House knew enough words now that he got at least part of the gist of that. Enough.

He smiled at him.

"And right now," he said quietly, "my heart is yours."

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