[for greg]

[more_flexible]

[continued from here]

Jack kissed him deep, his tongue raking against tongue and teeth with careless abandon. There was no way he could get undressed fast enough and the blur of motion as he undid Greg's shirt and jeans, as he stripped off his own shirt, all while trying to keep in contact with him was overwhelming.

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[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Hard," he whispered, kissing him again. "Hold me down...fuck me," he added, grinding against Greg who couldn't go anywhere thanks to the wall.

[misanthrope_md]

"I would if I could - god - move," gasped House, rolling his hips forward, against Jack.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He laid his hands on Greg's shoulders, keeping him close for support and walked backward toward the bed. "Fuck, you drive me wild."

[misanthrope_md]

As usual, fuck if House could figure out why. "Wild, mmmmm yes, this would definitely be wild..." House pushed Jack down onto the bed.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He stretched out, watching Greg over him, and didn't give a shit about controlling the raging desire that made his skin flush and his fingers itch to hold him.

"Please," he whispered, reaching out for him.

[misanthrope_md]

House immediately yanked down Jack's pants and pushed his legs apart. Then he carefully got to his knees and hooked Jack's legs over his shoulders. His glasses were getting in the way so he took them off and held them up in the air for Jack as he bent his head and stabbed his tongue at his entrance.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He cried out, gasping and reaching for him, so hard already he was bucking against air as he ground hard against Greg's tongue. He took the glasses carefully, and laid them aside as his nails clawed at Greg's shoulder.

"God," he choked out, begging with every move, every breath.

[misanthrope_md]

House continued working him with his tongue, probing deeper, finally adding a couple of fingers, just as intent on teasing him and driving him crazy as making sure that he was prepared.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Greg, fuck...ohgod, fuck," he moaned, legs pushing and pulling him to feel more, take more. "Please, please."

[misanthrope_md]

House kept going for a good minute or two longer before pulling away and looking up at Jack, a lazy smile on his face. "Please?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He struggled to catch his breath, spreading his legs wider. "Please he begged, his voice strained. "Fuck me...fuck, do anything. Just...need you."

[misanthrope_md]

House pulled himself to his feet and leaned down over Jack, hands on his shoulders. "You want me to hold you down," he purred, "and fuck you."

This was going to kill his leg, but who cares.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack looked up at him and nodded, then reached over and picked up the glasses. "Put...put them back on," he gasped, arching up to find friction. "Jesus, you feel...perfect..."

[misanthrope_md]

House slipped the glasses on and then bore down on Jack, sliding inside him, groaning softly.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack almost screamed, wrapping his legs around Greg's waist. Couldn't move his arms, which was just fine. He tried to relax but his body rebelled against him, clamping shut around the cock like a vice.

[misanthrope_md]

"Jesus, Jack - " House gasped. "Tight..."

He started to thrust... slowly, picking up a little as he got more comfortable, harder as he leaned over to catch Jack's mouth with his.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He lifted his head, ferocious kisses tearing at Greg's lips. Hitching his legs higher, he tried to rock his hips to meet each thrust, but with all Greg's weight on him, his hands holding him down hard, there wasn't much he could do.

[misanthrope_md]

House was bearing down so hard that he was afraid he was bruising Jack's shoulders. "You - okay?" he gasped as he thrust a little harder, lowering his head when he winced so Jack couldn't see. But it felt so good he hardly cared about his leg.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Yes, God, yes," he said, his voice low and raw. "Please, Greg..." he managed before kissing where he could, his legs holding tight to Greg's hips to keep his weight up and allow him better leverage to drive in. "Love you, love this."

[misanthrope_md]

The glasses were sliding down House's nose because of the thin sweat that had broken out on his face.

"T-touch yourself," he managed to choke out. "Want to see you come."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He could barely reach with his shoulders pinned down, but somehow he managed to grip his cock, groaning at the sensation of skin slipping over the slick head and pulling back taut, faster, frantic, faster...

"Can't...can't wait...fuck..." he gasped.

[misanthrope_md]

And somehow House managed to thrust deeper, harder, though he had to slow his movements a little to keep himself from coming first.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Fuck...fu--" he gasped, his orgasm coming fast and hard, spilling over his hand and striping Greg's stomach. He had lost it, couldn't speak, could barely even see, but he kept moving, dying to feel Greg come for him. Because of him.