drfeelbad

"I like... Everything," Fin admitted, his breath hitching slightly as House touched him. "You wont believe me, but it's true. I like almost everything. What I like most though, is... Being overpowered. Being fucked hard and wanted desperately.

House felt his chest tighten at that... but then he remembered.

"It's a good thing you made my leg stop hurting then," he said softly, and wrapped his fingers very lightly around Fin's cock. "Otherwise I don't think you would have enjoyed me very much."

"Bullshit," Fin purred, groaning at the touch and rolling his hips up. "I'd have enjoyed you no matter what."

"You want me to fuck you?" House said softly, and began to stroke Fin's cock, leaning over him a little, kissing his neck, inhaling his scent.

"Yes," Fin gasped. "I want you to fuck me," he begged, turning his head to try and catch Greg's lips with his own.

House kissed him back, hungry, full of desire. He wished he could take his time, but he didn't dare.

He broke the kiss so that he could reach over Fin to the bedside table, where he had a small bottle of lube that he sometimes used when masturbating. He was glad he had it at all. It wasn't like he'd needed it for sex lately. "On your stomach," he murmured, and kissed Fin's neck.

Fin obeyed without hesitation, settling in on his stomach and then pushing up slightly so his ass was in the air.

"... you have a fantastic ass," House praised sincerely, just looking down at him for a second.

He hadn't necessarily been planning on it, but... he hesitated, then put his hands on each cheek to spread them, and bent to lick a line between.

Fin hadn't expected it either, and he groaned deeply, his hips lifting slightly as he squirmed a little and let out a little gasp of pleasure.

"Fuck," he whispered.

The reaction was enough to spur House on. The truth was, he loved giving head to women - he was good at it (at least, he thought he was) and he loved the reactions it provoked. He wasn't very confident in his abilities when it came to sucking cock, but this seemed like a safer bet. He flattened his tongue and dragged it, then pushed it slightly inside him.

Fin groaned, clawing at the bed sheets and whimpering in pleasure.

"Oh god, please," he murmured, rutting against the bed slightly and letting out a groan.

Okay, this was even better than House thought. The sense of power it gave him felt incredible, not to mention just how hot it was.

He kept going, thinking how much he'd like to make Fin come like this... but no, he wanted more, and he was afraid of waiting too long. He pulled away only long enough to pour lube onto two fingers, and then he slide one inside him.

This part he was less confident about. So rather than stretching him, he went for something he did know - which was exactly where the prostate was.

"Oh god," Fin whimpered, his legs trembling slightly as he pushed up onto his knees.

"Is this good?" House murmured, and bent to kiss his back even as he pushed another finger inside him. "Is this right?"

"It- Yes, it's good. Very good," Fin babbled, his breath hitching slightly. "Please, Greg, don't stop. I want you."

"I'm going to fuck you now," House whispered, moaning a little against his back as he kissed his way up it, still fingering him. And with his other hand he just barely managed to stretch far enough to grope for a condom in the same drawer the lube had come out of.

"You don't need that," Fin murmured. "I don't object, if you want to use it, but I don't think I can- You know, catch anything, and the only thing I have in me is fae blood."

House hesitated, considering for a moment how it would feel, sliding into him, feeling it so close, coming inside him...

He shook himself out of it. He stroked his hand over Fin's back. "As much as I'd like that... let's wait until after I've had a better look at your physiology and bloodwork. I like you too much to suggest you go bareback with a man who's told you he sleeps with prostitutes."

"Keep talking about bloodwork an prostitutes, it's really working for me," Fin teased with a moan, squirming a little more and grinning to himself.

"Had to talk myself out of it," House murmured. He just couldn't get over the way that Fin moved, the little sounds he made. Every squirm went straight to House's cock.

He slid on the condom with slightly shaking hands, spread lube over it, kissed the back of Fin's neck. "You good?" He put a hand on Fin's hip, pulling his ass up a little more.

"I'm good," Fin assured him, rocking back slightly in offering. "I want you. I'm ready," he purred, his voice a soft rumble of a sound.

House hadn't had sex in any position other than on his back since before the ketamine wore off and his pain returned.

Please please please let Fin's magic or whatever last through this.

He pushed the head of his cock against him, felt it start to push inside. Made a soft, strangled sound of pleasure as he pushed inside him.

Fin pushed back into it, groaning softly and closing his eyes.

"Oh god," he moaned, rocking back harder. "Your cock feels amazing."

As many times as House had heard some variation on exactly that, it felt very different to be pretty sure that he meant it.

"Oh fuck," he gasped, as finally he was buried inside him... and then began to thrust... He groaned in pure pleasure as if he'd never felt something so amazing in his entire life.

Fin couldn't put his finger on why, but there was something in House's voice that made his magic sing. It was always pleased in moments of passion, but he could tell it really liked this. It liked how much House was enjoying it. Like it knew this was different for him.

That only made Fin moan louder, the magic intensifying his own pleasure.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject