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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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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Fin laughed, a quiet and tired sound.
"I have been known to do just that," he admitted.
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And tried his best to hide that his leg had just started to ache again. He was just grateful it had held out.