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perpetual_motionTitle: Self-Gratification
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: House
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Wilson takes.
Disclaimer: Bullshit and lies, same as always.
Author's Notes: Porn. Delicious, delicious porn.
Self-Gratification
By Perpetual Motion
“Suck my cock.”
“Why, James—”
“Shut up and suck my cock.”
"It's so cute when you play the—" House cuts off when Wilson tilts back his head, pulls at his hair, and slides his dick into House's mouth. Wilson presses forward, hips curving up, and he doesn’t stop until House’s eyes get a little wide.
“You can take it,” Wilson says quietly, and pulls House’s head forward. He presses in again, and he feels House’s tongue tightening. “Suck it, Greg.”
For just a second, House freezes, and then he sucks until his cheeks hollow. His hands wrap tight around Wilson’s hips, but Wilson twists away. House tries to reach again, and Wilson pulls away completely, hands dropping from House’s head, his cock sliding out of House’s mouth and leaving a wet trail down House’s chin.
House licks his lips, eyes on Wilson’s face. “You know, if you wanted to be kinky—”
Wilson shoves House farther back on the couch and climbs on after him. He puts one leg on the arm of the couch, and he puts his other foot flat on the cushion. He grabs House’s head again and repositions himself. “You can talk, or you can suck me off. There’s no third option.” Wilson leans away when House opens his mouth. “One or the other, Greg.” Wilson meets the fight in House’s eyes, and when House says nothing, Wilson moves forward again.
House opens his mouth and wraps his lips around the head of Wilson’s cock. He sucks on it, a hard slurping noise, and then Wilson pushes forward until House makes a guttural noise. “Deal with it,” Wilson mutters and pulls on House’s hair. He grins when House’s eyes flutter close. “And I’m the kinky one.”
House’s eyes fly open, and there’s a glint in them that Wilson’s been expecting. He presses in even harder as House’s cheeks hollow. Wilson pulls out almost entirely, giving a groan of appreciation when House tries to follow. “That’s it.” He presses in again, slowly and carefully, pausing when House gets a little too eager. “I’m not moving until you calm down.”
House levels him a glare. Wilson smirks. “Try giving me that look without my cock in your mouth.” House tries to pull away, and Wilson tightens his grip. He presses his palms close to House’s ears and makes him tilt his head. House’s teeth run along the underside of Wilson’s cock, and it makes Wilson shudder.
“Do it,” Wilson says between gritted teeth.
House obliges, tongue swirling around Wilson’s cock and one hand coming up to play with Wilson’s balls. He groans when Wilson thrusts in hard and lets his head fall back on the cushions as Wilson crowds him back.
Wilson curls over him, panting, hips thrusting hard. He moans when House rakes his fingers down his thighs and bites his lip when House breaks free from his hands and really starts working him over. House sucks and pulls off and takes Wilson in again, all the way down to his balls. Wilson shouts, one short beat, and then he comes.
It’s messy. House pulls off just enough that come leaks from the edge of his mouth. Wilson collapses prone on the couch and watches House lick away the evidence. “Not bad,” Wilson says and laughs when House throws him a glare. “That’s still not working.”
“You could reciprocate,” House says pointedly.
Wilson pushes himself into a sitting position and wraps his hand around House’s erection. He pulls up once, drinking in House’s happy moan, and then he removes his hand. “Your hand isn’t broken.”
“You’re a son of a bitch.”
Wilson grins, all teeth, and gets up from the couch. “I have my moments.”
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: House
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Wilson takes.
Disclaimer: Bullshit and lies, same as always.
Author's Notes: Porn. Delicious, delicious porn.
Self-Gratification
By Perpetual Motion
“Suck my cock.”
“Why, James—”
“Shut up and suck my cock.”
"It's so cute when you play the—" House cuts off when Wilson tilts back his head, pulls at his hair, and slides his dick into House's mouth. Wilson presses forward, hips curving up, and he doesn’t stop until House’s eyes get a little wide.
“You can take it,” Wilson says quietly, and pulls House’s head forward. He presses in again, and he feels House’s tongue tightening. “Suck it, Greg.”
For just a second, House freezes, and then he sucks until his cheeks hollow. His hands wrap tight around Wilson’s hips, but Wilson twists away. House tries to reach again, and Wilson pulls away completely, hands dropping from House’s head, his cock sliding out of House’s mouth and leaving a wet trail down House’s chin.
House licks his lips, eyes on Wilson’s face. “You know, if you wanted to be kinky—”
Wilson shoves House farther back on the couch and climbs on after him. He puts one leg on the arm of the couch, and he puts his other foot flat on the cushion. He grabs House’s head again and repositions himself. “You can talk, or you can suck me off. There’s no third option.” Wilson leans away when House opens his mouth. “One or the other, Greg.” Wilson meets the fight in House’s eyes, and when House says nothing, Wilson moves forward again.
House opens his mouth and wraps his lips around the head of Wilson’s cock. He sucks on it, a hard slurping noise, and then Wilson pushes forward until House makes a guttural noise. “Deal with it,” Wilson mutters and pulls on House’s hair. He grins when House’s eyes flutter close. “And I’m the kinky one.”
House’s eyes fly open, and there’s a glint in them that Wilson’s been expecting. He presses in even harder as House’s cheeks hollow. Wilson pulls out almost entirely, giving a groan of appreciation when House tries to follow. “That’s it.” He presses in again, slowly and carefully, pausing when House gets a little too eager. “I’m not moving until you calm down.”
House levels him a glare. Wilson smirks. “Try giving me that look without my cock in your mouth.” House tries to pull away, and Wilson tightens his grip. He presses his palms close to House’s ears and makes him tilt his head. House’s teeth run along the underside of Wilson’s cock, and it makes Wilson shudder.
“Do it,” Wilson says between gritted teeth.
House obliges, tongue swirling around Wilson’s cock and one hand coming up to play with Wilson’s balls. He groans when Wilson thrusts in hard and lets his head fall back on the cushions as Wilson crowds him back.
Wilson curls over him, panting, hips thrusting hard. He moans when House rakes his fingers down his thighs and bites his lip when House breaks free from his hands and really starts working him over. House sucks and pulls off and takes Wilson in again, all the way down to his balls. Wilson shouts, one short beat, and then he comes.
It’s messy. House pulls off just enough that come leaks from the edge of his mouth. Wilson collapses prone on the couch and watches House lick away the evidence. “Not bad,” Wilson says and laughs when House throws him a glare. “That’s still not working.”
“You could reciprocate,” House says pointedly.
Wilson pushes himself into a sitting position and wraps his hand around House’s erection. He pulls up once, drinking in House’s happy moan, and then he removes his hand. “Your hand isn’t broken.”
“You’re a son of a bitch.”
Wilson grins, all teeth, and gets up from the couch. “I have my moments.”
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on 2008-11-16 08:40 pm (UTC)