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Fin

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When Fin opened his eyes again, House felt for the second time the feeling of the absence of pain. It was intoxicating. So much better than whiskey. Better even than Vicodin.

He grabbed the back of Fin's neck and pulled him in for another kiss, and then hauled the young man onto his lap, hearing piano keys sound as his back hit them.

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"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.

House started to thrust harder... and then harder still. Faster. It wasn't even necessarily because Fin had told him how he liked it. It was because he hadn't been able to fuck like this for so long, not without pain, and it made him want to go. To do it as hard and as good as he could because it felt so good.

Groaning, Fin sat up as he continued to move with House, reaching back to hold onto him.

"Fuck," he panted. "You are... You feel so good."

"You... you do too, so good..." House reached up to tangle the fingers of one hand into Fin's hair as he kept fucking him, even harder now.

Whimpering softly, Fin held House's hip tightly with one hand, and began to stroke himself with the other.

"I'm so close," he babbled. "I'm... I'm so close. I want to- I'm going to come..."

His hand moved faster and faster, and he didn't bother trying to control himself as he came hard, spilling over his own fist and clenching tightly around House's cock.

It was so sudden that it surprised House a little, and a flicker of feeling bad over forgetting to touch Fin subsided in favor of the intense pleasure that came from the physical pleasure over it. "Oh fuck yes," he gasped, eyes squeezing shut as he thrust hard into the young man, thrust into the way he milked his cock, and it was all he needed. He came with a loud groan, fingers bruising into Fin's hips.

House coming and the little edge of pain made his magic light up, offering another ripple of pleasure that drew a final groan from him.

"Fuck," he moaned, turning his head slightly to try and kiss the other man.

House stretched to catch his mouth in a kiss. He felt a little dazed, both because it had been so good and also because it seemed like it had been good for Fin, too.

When the kiss broke, he let out a little sigh and very carefully pulled out of him, disposing of the condom in a trashcan by the bed.

Blissed out and grinning, Fin flopped onto the bed and wiggled around, making himself at home.

"That was wonderful," he said, stretching a bit- And then starting to purr softly, much like a cat.

House collapsed onto the bed beside him. "That was... god, Fin. Thank you."

"Mmm, thank you," Fin replied, rolling closer and pressing soft kisses along House's shoulder. "That was lovely. Perfect," he babbled.

House took a shuddering breath. "I haven't had anything like that in ages." It wasn't just the sex either, it was the lack of pain.

"That is tragic, and I intend to make it my duty as your friend to make sure you don't go without it for too long ever again," he decided, starting to kiss his way across House's chest.

House sighed, and settled onto his back, relaxing. "Besides just how good you are... you have no idea what it's like to suddenly be able to fuck without pain. A whole different world."

"I'm only sorry I can't make it last," Fin said softly. "If I could do more, I would."

"Thank you," said House quietly. He sure wished he could too.

Though he found himself adding, "It wasn't just that though. It still would have been so much better than usual. Er, for me at least. Maybe not as much for you."

Fin smiled at that, leaning in and pressing a kiss to House's cheek.

"Your bed is lovely, and I'm absolutely staying tonight," he decided, not asking permission as he settled in. Pippa could live without him for one more night.

"Sure," House said, with a little yawn. He thought of how good he would sleep, and he was looking forward to it.

Curling up close, Fin wasn't shy at all about being in Greg's personal space as he slipped an arm around him and let his eyes slip shut.

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