For Him
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Category:
G through L › House
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,897
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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House is not mine and I make no profit from this.
For Him
"House," Chase groans, the sound slightly muffled by a pillow as he's sprawled out on his stomach in his own bed, being fucked incredibly well and considerably hard. His ass and hips are lifted just so, just enough so that House is comfortable and Chase has access to his own cock. "House, House, oh, God, House..."
House wonders how much longer Chase can take this. They've been at it for quite a while, and Chase looks as though he could explode at any second: his legs are spread as far as they can go; his fingers are clutching the sheets like he's holding on for his life; he's fucking his own hand desperately with each thrust from House, and he's moaning House's name like a whore.
"House, H-house, oh, fuck, ahh!" Chase is squirming as his moans become louder, but he won't let go and House knows why. Chase is waiting for him to say it. He's waiting to hear House's approval, his permission, to lose himself and come all over his hand.
It doesn't make much of a difference to House. Chase could have come ages ago if he'd wanted to; he knows Chase'd still let House fuck him afterward.
But this is what Chase wants. He needs to hear it-- House telling him, commanding him to come, before he can get his release. So he waits.
When House knows Chase won't be able to take it any longer, he says it. He leans in close to Chase's blond head and whispers gruffly, "Go ahead. Come... Now," and punctuates it with a hard, deep, thrust into Chase's writhing body, coming into immediate contact with the younger man's prostate.
"Oh God, Oh God," Chase mumbles frantically as orgasm finally hits him and he whimpers thankfully as House continues to fuck his now-oversensitive hole until he comes, too, with a long, low groan.
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'Good boy,' Chase can almost hear as House slides sloppily out of him after a moment.
Chase closes his eyes, trying to block out the harsh sounds of reality-- the creak of the bedsprings, thump of a cane, rattle of pills. He sighs. 'Good boy, Chase,' he chooses to hear instead of the faint "'bye" House says from his bedroom door.
"'Bye, House."
House wonders how much longer Chase can take this. They've been at it for quite a while, and Chase looks as though he could explode at any second: his legs are spread as far as they can go; his fingers are clutching the sheets like he's holding on for his life; he's fucking his own hand desperately with each thrust from House, and he's moaning House's name like a whore.
"House, H-house, oh, fuck, ahh!" Chase is squirming as his moans become louder, but he won't let go and House knows why. Chase is waiting for him to say it. He's waiting to hear House's approval, his permission, to lose himself and come all over his hand.
It doesn't make much of a difference to House. Chase could have come ages ago if he'd wanted to; he knows Chase'd still let House fuck him afterward.
But this is what Chase wants. He needs to hear it-- House telling him, commanding him to come, before he can get his release. So he waits.
When House knows Chase won't be able to take it any longer, he says it. He leans in close to Chase's blond head and whispers gruffly, "Go ahead. Come... Now," and punctuates it with a hard, deep, thrust into Chase's writhing body, coming into immediate contact with the younger man's prostate.
"Oh God, Oh God," Chase mumbles frantically as orgasm finally hits him and he whimpers thankfully as House continues to fuck his now-oversensitive hole until he comes, too, with a long, low groan.
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'Good boy,' Chase can almost hear as House slides sloppily out of him after a moment.
Chase closes his eyes, trying to block out the harsh sounds of reality-- the creak of the bedsprings, thump of a cane, rattle of pills. He sighs. 'Good boy, Chase,' he chooses to hear instead of the faint "'bye" House says from his bedroom door.
"'Bye, House."