more_flexible | [for house]

"Jack, this is..." House moaned. Excrutiating. "Do keep in mind that I'm not a young man, I only have so many years left..."

He let go with one last lick against the pad of Greg's finger and smiled, the cheshire grin gleaming in the low light.

"You want this to end so fast? I could spend hours on you, taking you to the edge a hundred times, Greg...I've barely given you a taste of what I could do," he purred.

House's tongue darted out to lick his lips. "What do you want to do?"

"I want to give you the best orgasm of your life," he replied as he laid over him, arms flexed and taut as he held himself over Greg. "What do you want to do?"

House took a deep breath. "I can... honestly say that I'm completely open to suggestion as long as it involves the best orgasm of your life, too."

Jack lowered himself slowly, every muscle in his arms and back rock hard. "I want you to fuck me, Greg," he whispered before tracing the curve of his ear, "I want you like the first time when I fell for you."

"In a shower?" House offered weakly, gasping from the touch to his ear.

"That would mean a hike," he said softly. "No...the way you touched me. Didn't just use me. Sounds so lame, but I want to make love, Greg."

House reached up and ran his fingers through Jack's hair. "I... I swear, Jack, I've never used you."

"I know," he breathed. "Touch me more?"

House slid a hand up to cup the back of Jack's neck and pulled him down, kissing him deeply. His other hand trailed down Jack's side, over the curve of his hip.

He whimpered softly as he lowered himself the rest of the way, keeping his weight on on his knees. The warmth of skin against skin nearly burned through him as he let his tongue plunge against Greg's, tasting every corner of his mouth.

"Jack..." House moaned softly, sliding a hand farther down to Jack's ass. "You're so beautiful. Want to be inside you. Want..."

"What's easiest, Greg?" he purred as he kissed along his jaw. "What won't hurt you?"

"I hate that you have to ask me that," House mumbled, and kissed Jack once, hard, before clamping his hands down on his forearms and flipping them over so that Jack was underneath him. He balanced precariously on his left knee just to Jack's side.

"I put the tube under the pillow," he breathed as he settled into the bed, spreading his legs.

House blinked in confusion, then reached under the pillow... and smirked. "Hiding lube in my bed again, are you?"

Then he gave Jack a heated look before adding, "You didn't think I'd be getting to it that quickly did you? Turnabout."

He slid down Jack's body. Then urged his legs apart. Spread them farther. Grabbed a pillow and shoved it underneath his lower back. Then House started to lick and suck and nip at everything below Jack's waist, down to his inner thighs.

"Ohhh," he breathed, reaching up to hold the headboard as he sread wide and angled his hips just for Greg. A string of curses came rapid fire at the feeling of his mouth and tongue and breath between his legs.

House finally settled on one task and began to plunge his tongue in and out of Jack's entrance in between teasing licks.

Jack's cries rose an octive as he pulled his knees up and reached down to tangle his hands in Greg's hair. "Want you...so much..." he moaned.

Jack's words, the noises he made, went straight to House's cock. But he didn't rush, just kept a good pace, adding one finger and then two, fucking Jack slowly and kissing all along, moaning softly to let him know how much he was enjoying it.

Jack ground down with every thrust, cock so hard he was leaking and sore. He'd been ready in the kitchen earlier and the slow worship of Greg's body had set him on a razor's edge. "Fucking perfect," he hissed, gasping for breath as he scrambled for some kind of control over his need.

The last thing House did was slick up his fingers with the lube and take a few moments to prepare Jack, and then pulled away, breathless. "Ride me," he rasped. "Jack..."

Jack moaned and grasped Greg's shoulders, rolling him over and straddling him. He took just a moment to take the tube and get Greg slick, then held his cock as he lowered himself, taking him in to the hilt with ease. With his back arched and head thrown back, Jack groaned as Greg entered him.

"Oh god," House gasped. "Oh god oh god oh Jack, fuck..." He wrapped his arms tightly around Jack's waist and rocked in time with him.

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