shadows_fall | House

"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."

Fox started to purr.

"Can I stay tonight? Will you let me stay again?"

"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."

"Does that mean I'll be banished again in time?" Fox asked quietly.

House felt something tighten in his chest. "Please," he said in Fox's tongue. "Aren't we good together?"

Fox was silent a moment, then nodded.

"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.

House trailed his fingers down Fox's arm. "Don't you think you should let me decide what will make me happy? And what I'm willing to do?"

Fox slipped an arm around him, then sighed.

"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.

House pulled away just enough that he could look at him. "Fox, I'm not sure if you understand what a big deal this is for me. I haven't felt this way about.... anyone, in a very long time. I want to fight for it."

Fox hadn't either. Maybe ever, if he was honest. He'd never truly connected with someone, not like this.

He remained silent a moment, one hand finding Greg's and holding on.

"I will linger then. We can linger."

House squeezed his hand. "I don't want to push you," he said. "Only if you feel the same way. But if you do... I'd prefer to face the rest of it together, rather than you deciding for me."

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