"I- You won't believe me, but what I enjoy most is helping others unlock
their desires," Fin confessed. "It's what I crave most, sexually. From
people exploring their sexuality to unlocking kinks and fetishes, I love
nothing more. One client recently learned they love feet. It's been a joy
exploring that together."
"Perhaps you haven't discovered it yet," Fin teased playfully. "There's so
many. Perhaps you like wearing frilly undergarments, or the colour red on
your lover's nails..."
Though he hadn't considered it before, House did find the mental image appealing. "I will... remember that. Mmmm perhaps I ought to set up a standing meeting with you... something to look forward to."
Fin felt something like guilt then. Because he did, truly, like Greg. It
felt wrong in some ways to charge for their time. At the same time he was
flattered, and certainly grateful. His work kept him on the ship.
Pushing those feelings away he leaned into the touch with a soft moan
instead.
"Yeah?" he murmured, and tugged a little harder on his hair. "If you like that, would... you like it if I held you down?" He slid his other hand to Fin's bicep and pinned to the bed.
Fin blushed, for all he was eager to indulge others, he didn't tend to
indulge himself. Not even when he was with Hex, if he was honest. His focus
was always on his partner's pleasures.
His breath hitched, and he let out a quiet sound of pleasure.
Oh, this made House really happy. He was observant and good at reading people, something that served him well as a diagnostician. But if it helped him here too, he was grateful.
He moved his hand from Fin's hair and pinned both of his wrists above his head to the mattress, and kissed him hard.
Fin made a small sound that faded to a moan as he returned the kiss. This
was different from Hex's collars and toys, though he couldn't explain why-
And couldn't really think hard enough to even attempt to puzzle it out. All
he knew was it was good, and his cock twitched in interest as he arched up
against Greg.
House was incredibly pleased by how Fin was reacting to this. He liked it, too. Especially when he wasn't in pain. And he felt powerful.
He moved his lips from Fin's mouth to his ear. "Don't think," he rasped. "Tell me what you want me to do to you." He pushed Fin's wrists into the mattress.
Gasping again, Fin struggled lightly against Greg's hold.
"I want... I want you to claim me. I want to be yours," he said without
thinking. "Teeth, and lips, and... Your cock inside me, stretching me,
filling me... I want to be consumed and taken- I want to be free of thought
or shame."
Ten minutes ago House wouldn't have been sure he good, but... yeah, apparently this was all it took. He was getting hard again. There was something so raw about it... he believed him. And god, this was what he wanted, too.
I want to be yours. God, the thought.
"You're mine," he growled softly against his ear, and moved above him, his hardening sock brushing against Fin's thigh. And then he tugged his earlobe between his teeth. Still holding him down tightly enough that he would hardly be able to move.
"You're perfect," House rasped, and released one of Fin's wrists so that he could push Fin's legs apart and then slid a finger inside him. "And you're mine, aren't you? Mine to do with as I please... you want that, don't you, baby?"
Following orders came easily, and Fin held on tight. Greg's teeth felt
sharp against skin, but he wasn't nervous at all. He had clients who liked
to get rough, and there was always that edge of nerves and worry- But not
with Greg. He trusted the man completely.
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"I- You won't believe me, but what I enjoy most is helping others unlock their desires," Fin confessed. "It's what I crave most, sexually. From people exploring their sexuality to unlocking kinks and fetishes, I love nothing more. One client recently learned they love feet. It's been a joy exploring that together."
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Houe did believe him, though. "That almost makes me wish I had a kink."
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"Perhaps you haven't discovered it yet," Fin teased playfully. "There's so many. Perhaps you like wearing frilly undergarments, or the colour red on your lover's nails..."
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"Oh? That can be arranged," Fin grinned. "I can dress however you like next time we meet."
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"I'd like that," Fin said. "It would be nice to see you regularly."
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Fin felt something like guilt then. Because he did, truly, like Greg. It felt wrong in some ways to charge for their time. At the same time he was flattered, and certainly grateful. His work kept him on the ship.
Pushing those feelings away he leaned into the touch with a soft moan instead.
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"Yes," Fin said with a little gasp. Which was strange, he'd never had his own specific kinks or likes before. This was... New.
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"Yeah?" he murmured, and tugged a little harder on his hair. "If you like that, would... you like it if I held you down?" He slid his other hand to Fin's bicep and pinned to the bed.
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Fin blushed, for all he was eager to indulge others, he didn't tend to indulge himself. Not even when he was with Hex, if he was honest. His focus was always on his partner's pleasures.
His breath hitched, and he let out a quiet sound of pleasure.
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He moved his hand from Fin's hair and pinned both of his wrists above his head to the mattress, and kissed him hard.
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Fin made a small sound that faded to a moan as he returned the kiss. This was different from Hex's collars and toys, though he couldn't explain why- And couldn't really think hard enough to even attempt to puzzle it out. All he knew was it was good, and his cock twitched in interest as he arched up against Greg.
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He moved his lips from Fin's mouth to his ear. "Don't think," he rasped. "Tell me what you want me to do to you." He pushed Fin's wrists into the mattress.
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Gasping again, Fin struggled lightly against Greg's hold.
"I want... I want you to claim me. I want to be yours," he said without thinking. "Teeth, and lips, and... Your cock inside me, stretching me, filling me... I want to be consumed and taken- I want to be free of thought or shame."
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I want to be yours. God, the thought.
"You're mine," he growled softly against his ear, and moved above him, his hardening sock brushing against Fin's thigh. And then he tugged his earlobe between his teeth. Still holding him down tightly enough that he would hardly be able to move.
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Like this he could hardly move, and his breath hitched again as his cock grew even more ridged against Greg's thigh.
"Greg," he whimpered. "Please..."
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"Yes," Fin gasped, swallowing hard and holding Greg's gaze.
This was dangerous, a little too much like blurring the lines. However, Fin couldn't bring himself to end it. He didn't want to stop.
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"Grab the headboard," he ordered. "And don't let go." And while he waited, his mouth went to Fin's neck, his teeth scraping it.
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Following orders came easily, and Fin held on tight. Greg's teeth felt sharp against skin, but he wasn't nervous at all. He had clients who liked to get rough, and there was always that edge of nerves and worry- But not with Greg. He trusted the man completely.
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He wanted permission. But he also wanted to hear that Fin wanted it.
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No. No, that was definitely crossing the line...
"Yes," Fin panted, ignoring his worries in favour of simply enjoying Greg.
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