The truth was, ever since the night that Q had showed up on his doorstep, House had entertained the masturbatory occasional fantasy about the man on his knees. He and Fin were even pretty in a similar sort of way, and now House found that he really, really wanted this.
"I want you to suck my cock," he said, the barest hint of a growl sliding into his voice. It was clear he meant it.
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Date: 2016-08-15 06:29 am (UTC)"I want you to suck my cock," he said, the barest hint of a growl sliding into his voice. It was clear he meant it.