[private party]
Sep. 18th, 2006 10:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
more_flexible[continued from here]
House didn't really dislike Jack, and besides, that was just how he was when it came to sex. It seemed like a stupid thing to label oneself, but he was... a generous lover. Moreso after his leg. Compensating for his own insecurities. It got him off to know that he was getting someone else off.
Of course, he wasn't thinking this now, he was thinking that it was nice to hear a sound like that, and that god it felt good, the friction, the water...
He supposed he should be surprised that he wasn't more hesitant or nervous after the weekend, but this was entirely different. This was how it should be. Flirt, ask, get. Jack licked his lips and leaned back more until his shoulders were against the wall. House's lips made his knees weak, and between that, the firm pressure against his cock, and the steady rhythm of the water, he groaned again softly.
Fingers traced the swell of House's ass, then slid up higher to hold his waist. He wished for an instant he could talk, but mostly because he just wanted it not to end.
House didn't really dislike Jack, and besides, that was just how he was when it came to sex. It seemed like a stupid thing to label oneself, but he was... a generous lover. Moreso after his leg. Compensating for his own insecurities. It got him off to know that he was getting someone else off.
Of course, he wasn't thinking this now, he was thinking that it was nice to hear a sound like that, and that god it felt good, the friction, the water...
He supposed he should be surprised that he wasn't more hesitant or nervous after the weekend, but this was entirely different. This was how it should be. Flirt, ask, get. Jack licked his lips and leaned back more until his shoulders were against the wall. House's lips made his knees weak, and between that, the firm pressure against his cock, and the steady rhythm of the water, he groaned again softly.
Fingers traced the swell of House's ass, then slid up higher to hold his waist. He wished for an instant he could talk, but mostly because he just wanted it not to end.
