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.
It wasn't anything huge, but as House pushed Fin's legs apart and settled between then, he scraped his teeth against his neck again and then sucked a hickey into his throat.
House watched the bruise blossom on his throat, listened to his moan, and then slid one hand into Fin's hair, tugging, holding him down, as he slid inside him.
There was something almost spiritual about sex for Fin, and he groaned loudly as he let himself drown in the pleasure of Greg's attention. It was bliss, and for the moment there was nothing but flesh and shimmering euphoria.
Fin was panting Greg's name, clawing at the other man. His free hand slipped between them, knuckles brushing against House's stomach as he pulled himself off.
Under other circumstances House would not have done this, but...
Without slowing his pace, he brace himself with one hand and with the other grabbed Fin's hand that was on his cock and pulled it away, pinning it above his head. Then with that hand bracing himself now, he used his other to slip between them and begin pulling at Fin's cock as he kept fucking him. "Mine," he breathed.
Whatever magic Fin was using on him he hoped to hell it didn't wear off.
House was honestly a little dazed by how good that had been. He he hadn't had sex like that in a long time. Especially.... how he was. How comfortable he'd been, and how much he felt... mine.
"That - that was amazing," he managed, with a hint of disbelief.
There had been something so honest in the way Fin reacted, how he said i want to be yours, but House couldn't allow himself to think it meant anything beyond the heat of the moment. Still, he felt like something had... changed.
He settled beside Fin on the bed and pulled him into his arms. "I hope I didn't get too carried away." He could see the bruise on his neck.
House was suddenly glad that he'd already asked Fin if he would stay the night. Which was... odd, because he usually didn't want anyone to stay the night.
He held him, and closed his eyes. "I might sleep for a week."
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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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Fin moaned louder, toes curling and hips lifting up off the bed in some desperate bid for more contact.
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Without slowing his pace, he brace himself with one hand and with the other grabbed Fin's hand that was on his cock and pulled it away, pinning it above his head. Then with that hand bracing himself now, he used his other to slip between them and begin pulling at Fin's cock as he kept fucking him. "Mine," he breathed.
Whatever magic Fin was using on him he hoped to hell it didn't wear off.
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"Yours," Fin exhaled. "Yours," he said again, so close now that nothing could have stopped him as he came with a sharp cry that faded to a moan.
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It wasn't long, a few more had thrusts, before House was coming, too. Harder than he'd come in a really long time.
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"Thank you," he purred against the man's lips.
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"That - that was amazing," he managed, with a hint of disbelief.
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He settled beside Fin on the bed and pulled him into his arms. "I hope I didn't get too carried away." He could see the bruise on his neck.
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"Not at all," Fin assured him, touching his neck and smiling softly. After a moment he wriggled closer, curling up against him.
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He held him, and closed his eyes. "I might sleep for a week."
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