[for greg]

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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]

"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.