Dining In

[dr_j_wilson]

Who: Wilson, House (closed)
Where: Wilson's apartment
What: Wilson cooks dinner and House comes over.
When: Monday 22nd May, 7pm

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[dr_gregoryhouse]

God, the way Wilson reacted to that... House made himself stay steady and slow with fingering Wilson, even though he wanted to thrust his finger in deep and fast to speed up stretching Wilson. That was made more difficult with the way Wilson reached down and groped his cock; House grunted and his eyes briefly fluttered closed.

Opening his eyes again, he pushed his finger in deeper, slowly, and massaged his fingertip against the base of Wilson's prostate. He claimed Wilson's mouth in a hard, sloppy kiss, groaning quietly against his lips before pulling back to look down at what he was doing with his fingers. He could move his finger in and out with reasonable enough ease, so he carefully began working a second finger in. He stopped when he saw that he needed more lubricant; he motioned at the lube with a jerk of his head for Wilson to grab it up and took it when it was given to him. He drew his fingers out to apply more, tossed the bottle aside and resumed pushing two fingers inside Wilson.

Craning his neck up to kiss Wilson again, he murmured breathlessly between kisses, "You good?"

[dr_j_wilson]

The breath being sucked in and pushed out of Wilson's lungs was becoming even less controlled now. After handing House the lubricant, Wilson let his neck go slack and rested his head. His mouth and lips were dry from the way he was panting, and his throat contracted in a hard swallow when he felt House push back inside.

"Mm," he hummed in response to the question, taking a moment to try and recall how to speak coherently. Then he lifted his head slightly and kissed House back a bit more firmly. "Yeah. Real good." It came out in a whisper because Wilson was so focused on concentrating; relaxing himself and stroking House with his hand every now and again as House stretched him. But he was okay, the pleasure was beginning to get steadier and he could feel his muscles accepting House more and more. The fullness he felt was good and when House pushed far enough, Christ, it was like electricity. Tiny lightning storms of concentrated pleasure that made his free hand clutch the back of House's neck in the hope of being able to hold on somehow.

"Fuck," Wilson hissed in a moment of somewhat uncontrollable and uncharacteristic verbal expression. The urge, the need to move with House was making his mind less involved in what he was doing. He lifted his head up again to kiss House, slower this time, and moved both his hands to grip House's waist. Wilson draped his leg over House gently, then lifted up a bit and let out a deep groan when their cocks were pressed together.

House's fingers were moving in and out of him freely again and Wilson wanted more so desperately it was maddening. Wanted House. Wanted to feel House pressed up against him, on top of him and inside him, moving with him and feeling with him. Wilson wanted that on every conscious and unconscious level he understood, physically and emotionally - any other way he hadn't figured out yet, too. He rocked his hips a bit and placed a series of breathless, uncoordinated kisses on House's lips and cheek.

Maybe his brain simply called upon things he'd spoken earlier, but "God, I want you..." and a murmured "Greg, please..." were the only words Wilson could string together, exhaling them against House's skin. He gestured clumsily toward the open drawer again while running his other hand up and down the length of House's back, keeping the side of his face against House's in an urge to drown in the unbelievable closeness this brought him.

It was in that moment, or series of moments, Wilson experienced the undeniable feeling of how right this all was. Just like he'd felt the last time, and every time. The thought that House could feel that or maybe the worry that House wasn't made him squeeze his eyes shut and kiss House again. There was so much wrong sometimes...but Wilson couldn't shake the amount of right he was experiencing as he kissed House with all the passion and feeling he could muster.

[dr_gregoryhouse]

Between Wilson stroking him and the sounds Wilson was making, House was finding it increasingly harder to think clearly. Especially when Wilson surged his hips up, causing their erections to rub together; House thrust back against him and had this urge to keep thrusting and thrusting...

Only when Wilson gestured at the drawers did House snap out of his haze enough to remember condoms. He withdrew his fingers from Wilson, meeting Wilson's mouth in a hungry, uncoordinated kiss, before shifting to stretch towards the drawer. He grunted in discomfort when he realised how much his arm that he'd been supporting his weight on, ached and it took some clumsy, albeit frantic, moving around to be able to reach the drawers.

He fumbled around for the box, his fingers touching books, paper, bits and pieces he'd stashed in his drawers. He made an impatient sound when he moved down to the next drawer to rummage around. Finally, he found the box; he tossed them on the bed and moved straight back to Wilson, resting his full weight on him as he kissed him. He broke away with a gasp and rolled off Wilson to let him turn over and to fit himself with a condom.

Once he'd ripped a packet open and rolled a condom down onto himself, he returned to Wilson and lay at his side for a moment, kissing and touching his shoulder and back. He ran his hand down to Wilson's ass and groped it, trailing his kisses up to meet Wilson's cheek and then his mouth. He drew back from the kiss to reach for the lube and took a moment to slick his cock up, and applied more lube between Wilson's asscheeks.

Wiping his hand on the sheets, he pushed himself up and climbed on top of Wilson, resting his weight on his good leg. He gripped his cock, shifted about between Wilson's legs and then angled himself at Wilson's anus. A quick flash of nerves went through him before he began slowly, carefully pushing inside Wilson.

[dr_j_wilson]

Perhaps it was the time it took House to find the condoms or maybe it was the fact that the intense, focused pleasure was broken at last, but as Wilson rolled over he was allowed enough thinking space to feel nervous. This had worked last time - more than that, it had been a good experience. When House began touching him again Wilson tried to keep his attention there. His skin was tingling and his cock throbbed, things being so heated from the moment this all started that he hardly had a chance to mentally note how much he needed to rearrange that second drawer.

The craving was there, just like it had been before, and Wilson almost ached with the need for House to be inside him. He felt House's weight on top of him and inhaled deeply when House began to slowly push inside, concentrating once again on relaxing. The burn was sharper than before and he shut his eyes, shifting his arms to hold a bit more of his weight. That sense of fullness was hard to believe, but the extra lube helped. Whether or not it had just been unneccessary apprehension or the fact that this wasn't the first time, Wilson wasn't sure, but he didn't find it quite as bad. Once again, most of the pain came from his muscles adjusting to House's size, but House was just as careful and slow as before.

When House's body was pressed up against him, Wilson let out a breath that came out as a soft groan and opened his eyes. He was thankful when House stayed still and Wilson kept breathing as evenly as he could. After a moment, Wilson pulled foward a little and then pushed back when he felt comfortable.

He lifted his head and bit and turned so House could see his profile. "Okay," Wilson said quietly. The thought of them being connected again, close as was physically possible, made something surge inside him and he rocked back against House slowly once more.

"Slow at first," he added in the same tone, hunching his shoulders foward. Everything felt so tight and House was against him, inside him, feeling the same heat Wilson felt.

It was almost overwhelming; the acute awareness they were sharing made Wilson flood with desire and love all at once - both physically and psychologically. The things raging through his system were enough to send a distinct shudder through his body and god Wilson couldn't think about anything except House and what it felt like having him so close.

[dr_gregoryhouse]

As he pushed himself inside Wilson, he had to stop a couple of times to adjust his weight rested on his hand beside Wilson's hip. This was the most awkward bit, he'd come to realise: entering Wilson, how slow he had to take it, the resistance Wilson's muscles gave him. It was difficult to keep his weight comfortably distributed without putting too much weight or pressure on his bad leg.

Once he was inside Wilson, though... He closed his eyes and let his head lag forward, now resting his weight on both hands on the bed, either side of Wilson's hips. He closed his eyes and let out a slow breath; he was connected with Wilson, as close as he could be, tight and hot around his dick. He wanted to start thrusting and he had to clench his ass to stop himself. He was still unsure how to measure if Wilson was actually ready when he entered him, so he'd wait until Wilson gave him some kind of signal. He just hoped it would be soon.

He let out a hitched breath when Wilson pushed back against him. He felt Wilson's muscles tighten around him, squeezing him. When Wilson did it a second time, House pushed back a little. He nodded at Wilson telling him to go slow, too focused on this to speak. His eyes still shut, he began to slowly thrust in small, short movements and when Wilson started to respond by pushing back more insistently, House increased the length of his strokes.

Soon, he was pushing in and out of Wilson in slow, long thrusts. He stopped a couple of times to adjust his weight on his hands, but once he felt into a rhythm that worked he started to experiment with changing the angle of his hips to drive his dick in deeper.

"Oh, god," he breathed, lifting his head up to look down at Wilson's back. He wished he could use his hands to touch Wilson. He needed them to keep his weight off his leg, though. He glanced down between their bodies and watched his pelvis pushing against Wilson's ass before letting his eyes fall shut again.

[dr_j_wilson]

Wilson held his breath unconsciously, letting out loud exhales with each thrust. When House adjusted the angle of his hips, Wilson's head snapped back and his spine curled. His short exhales turned into loud panting and he adjusted his arms underneath him, allowing him to push back against House freely.

He'd been squeezing his eyes shut up until that point, but when he rocked his hips back into House's strokes, Wilson's eyes shot open and he groaned. He could feel sweat pricking at his skin and dropped his head again, staring down at the sheets and his own arms. He pushed back against House a bit more insistently, his mouth hanging open in that look of pained disbelief again. Wilson met House's thrust that time and felt the searing wave of pleasure flood him, trickle up his spine and make his legs weaks underneath him.

"There, right--" but the words coming out of his mouth stopped when he caught his bottom lip between his teeth, the sensations too much for Wilson to speak anymore. The desire to reach down and wrap his fingers around his cock was more than instinctive at this point, but House's weight and heat smothered him, making it hard to focus on anything. Supporting his own weight and clutching the sheets in his fist as he did so was all Wilson could manage at that point. Any pain was meshing easily with the pleasure, the acute sensations of House moving in and out nothing but a good thing now.

Wilson felt his arms shake underneath him and clenched his muscles around House tightly when the pounding grew faster, his pulse thundering in his ears. He could hear noises slipping out of his mouth but couldn't make any sense of them, too blinded by that white hot, bone-melting wave House's dick was causing his body to bend under.

[dr_gregoryhouse]

As the pace increased, House was reduced to making quiet grunts and moans, wishing he could somehow get closer to Wilson, deeper, go faster. All feelings of guilt he'd felt not long before were now far removed from his mind. All he could think about was Wilson, and more, and faster, and deeper.

He stopped again in mid-pounding stroke to adjust his weight on his hands again: he braced one hand on Wilson's hip and rested the other one beside Wilson's ribs on the mattress. With a qucik thrust of his hips he feel back into the same pounding rhythm with a few grunts of exertion and pleasure. That still wasn't enough, though, and after he stopped yet again to settle himself on his elbows so his chest was pressed down firmly against Wilson's back, he fell back into pace once more. Pushing deeply and firmly, his face pressed in against the back of Wilson's shoulder.

This, this felt amazing. The warmth of Wilson's body, firm and solid beneath him, moving against him, within him, hearing the ragged sound of Wilson's breathing, smelling his skin, being so completely connected to Wilson. He hunched over him, pressing down even more against Wilson's back as his thrusts started to become sharper and punctuated the nearer he hurtled towards climax.

Being he was still completely new to anal sex, he didn't know how to gain enough control over himself to focus on making Wilson come first. He made a few desperate, panted sounds as his body began to hit the most pleasurable part of orgasm - that intense threshold just before tipping over into release - and then suddenly started to jerk as he hit climax.

"Hmmnh, fuck!" he gasped in a choked voice, his mouth wide open and pressed against Wilson's shoulder and his eyes squeezed shut; his face an expression of disbelief at how unbelievably good this felt. He turned his face in against the side of Wilson's neck, panting against it as he rode out the rest of his orgasm.

[dr_j_wilson]

Oh my god. Oh my-- was he saying it out loud? Wilson couldn't tell. He felt House pressed against him, skin safe against skin, and there was no air to breathe. This was drowning. It was too much. He could feel House's muscles as they moved, the ripple of his punctuated thrusts moving through Wilson. Wave after wave of pleasure rose and fell, crashing and cresting, and oh my god. It was like every thrust connected with his prostate, and he could feel his cock throbbing each time.

His jaw was locked open, his body trembling, and Wilson heard House's voice. Felt his chest shaking as he panted and turned his face in toward House's. That was all he knew and everything tipped, his body seizing and shuddering and gasping. Wilson pressed the side of his face against the mattress, freezing for a moment until the violence of his orgasm gentled, euphoria giving way to a mixture of sounds. House's breathing. His own. His pulse playing counterpoint to the sound of them both gasping. It had racked him senseless, the fierceness of it, and Wilson just lay there for a timeless moment. He couldn't do anything else.

"Mmmph," he managed consciously. Differently from the breathless sounds of seconds ago, but sense still escaped him. House was still breathing heavy against his neck and Wilson opened his eyes, feeling that weight on top of him once more. Conscious of House's body and his own. His thoughts still consisted mainly of 'Oh my god' but they were quiet thoughts. He turned his head toward House's face some more, nudging against it gently before resting back against the mattress again. He felt undone. It was an amazing feeling, utterly dizzying, and having House so close to him heightened the awareness of it. Wilson couldn't bring himself to immediately think, or care about how damn heavy House was, listening to their breathing with half-lidded eyes staring at the sheets.

One of his arms remembered it was attached to his body and readjusted itself from laying in front of his face to shifting down beside them, finding House's side and brushing against it idly. Breathing deeply was necessary and that meant vocabulary was needed.

"Hey," he whispered softly, staring at House's nose a few inches from his cheek out of the corner of his eye. It was better than 'Holy crap', he supposed. Wilson didn't care. He didn't have to care right now. About anything. Except being able to breathe appropriately.

[dr_gregoryhouse]

The moment House sagged when his orgasm tapered off, his bones and muscles felt like jelly and he found himself unable to continue supporting his weight on his elbows. He let himself settle fully down on top of Wilson, basking in the warm, solid firmness of Wilson's body beneath him and let out a long, shaky breath. He closed his eyes and just focused on that blissful aching feeling of satisfaction that came with post-orgasm, his mind hazy of any thoughts and his energy too dispelled for him to be able to muster much more than the act of breathing in and out.

His senses started to slowly come back to him, however, when he felt Wilson's hand brushing against his side and Wilson's face nudging against his. He blearily opened his eyes when Wilson quietly spoke, too close to Wilson's face to be able to see him clearly but not wanting to pull back to have to look at him, either. He couldn't stay settled on here forever, though, much as he wanted to right now.

"Hey," he slurred in reply, letting his eyes fall shut again. He turned his face in a little more to nuzzle at the side of Wilson's neck before grunting a little as he attempted to heft some of his weight onto his shoulders. The moment he managed to prop himself up a little, he became aware of the sweat slicked on his chest from where he'd been solidly pressed to Wilson's back.

He got himself onto his elbows enough that he was supporting the top half of himself again, though still made no move to shift off Wilson just yet. He resumed nuzzling the side of Wilson's neck and then dropped a few light kisses across the blade of his shoulder.

"Mm, god," he murmured as he settled his face back in against the side of Wilson's neck. He kissed that, then lifted his chin to drop a kiss to Wilson's jaw. "You better not be planning on moving soon."

[dr_j_wilson]

"Not unless you hire a van and some haulers to do the job," Wilson replied, a charmed smile only just gracing his lips as House pressed a kiss to his jaw. He couldn't help but squirm a bit, turning his head in closer to his shoulder, at the feeling of House's stubble scratching against his already tingling skin. "Ooh. Mm. Nope. Not moving."

Wilson inhaled deeply through his nostrils, the satisfied look still on his face. He felt listless and the air was cool against his clammy skin, and as much as he knew he might get a cramp the moment they moved from letting House remain on top of him, Wilson simply felt too fucked to do anything but breathe deeply. He had missed House today. After the words they'd exchanged the other night, both fierce and soothing, Wilson had needed something to grab onto again. And House had certainly given him that.

His fingers continued trailing lazily over House's skin until he finally dropped his arm away and reached up to scritch the side of his head. It occured to Wilson just how good that had been. Thankfully, he was in no position to dare questioning that. His mind was in a galaxy far, far away from his stained table cloth and Wilson was content with the current solar system he was located in. Well, other than the fact that House was getting heavy.

[dr_gregoryhouse]

House snorted at Wilson's response, smiling slightly as he pressed another kiss to the side of Wilson's neck. "More like a U-Haul in this case."

He pulled back and rested his weight on one elbow so he was looking down at the back of Wilson's head, moving his other hand to Wilson's shoulder. He gave Wilson's shoulder a rub, then ran his hand down his shoulder blade before leaning back in to kiss his neck again. Maybe it was the guilt still lingering in the very back of his mind, or maybe it was because of how mellow the mindblowing sex had left him, but he felt a deep surge of love for Wilson as his body relaxed from the afterglow of orgasm.

Needing to shift off him because his leg was tensing up a bit, House reached his hand down between their bodies and held the condom to himself as he drew fully out of Wilson. Then, with a fair amount of grunting and awkward shifting about, he managed to roll off Wilson and tipped over onto his back with a loud groan. He hit the bed heavily, causing the bed springs to squeak loudly and the bed to bounce. He removed the condom first, quickly knotting it up and tossing it onto the floor for now, then slumped back against the pillows.

God, he felt good. Amazing. Relaxed, tired, sated, in love. He turned his head to look at Wilson and smiled affectionately at him when they met eyes before he lifted his hand and lazily rubbed the side of Wilson's ribs with his knuckles.

"Mmm," he sounded, still smiling, though a little smugly now. He ran his knuckles down the length of Wilson's side before lightly giving Wilson's ass a quick, playful slap with the back of his hand. "Your ass is totally mine."

[dr_j_wilson]

"Ah," Wilson inhaled sharply when he was slapped, shooting House a comically outraged face that fell away seconds later. "Well, yes. Totally."

There might've been a slight Spicoli accent put on the 'totally' but Wilson turned his head toward House with a smile. He rubbed his cheek against the pillow for a second and then shifted onto his side, scooting closer to House at the same time, not ready to accept any distance yet. Once he was pressed flush against House's side, Wilson wedged his arm under the pillow and rested the tip of his nose against House's shoulder.

And kept smiling. Like he had a secret that pleased him so much it was too good to keep to himself.

"Hi," said Wilson finally, sounding a bit goofy with the look he had on his face. He laughed against House's arm then, his breath hot on House's skin, until he used House's shoulder to hush his mouth. His other arm managed to sneak under the sheet and Wilson was scratching his fingernails lightly across House's stomach.

His voice was muffled when he spoke again. "That was amazing," Wilson murmured, running his nose along House's skin.

[dr_gregoryhouse]

"Hi," House replied, amused by Wilson's composure, especially the somewhat goofy smile on Wilson's face. That he managed to get this kind of reaction out of Wilson was a good, if not powerful feeling. Particularly after the sex they'd just had and the reactions House had managed to wring out of Wilson during it. House was positive the mindblowing sex was just a result of how much he did love Wilson; it had nothing to do with guilt at all, absolutely nothing.

He ran his knuckles back up the length of Wilson's body, over his belly this time. "I'm that kinda guy," House agreed mock seriously with a huge hint of smugness when Wilson said the sex had been amazing. "I mean, why would that even be disputed? I'm just that awesome."

He grinned at Wilson, then let his face drop into a softer expression as he studied Wilson's eyes. It had nothing to do with guilt at all that he was feeling incredibly, utterly appreciative of Wilson right now, if not madly in love with him. No, definitely not guilt, and House certainly wasn't aware of feeling any guilt right now. Or so he preferred to believe.

House shifted onto his side until he was facing Wilson, almost nose-to-nose with him, and tucked his arm underneath his pillow. He grinned. "Hi, again," he said, mocking Wilson but in a good natured way. He braced his hand against Wilson's chest, noticing it still felt a little hot and damp with sweat, and rubbed it.

"Just 'amazing'?" he asked teasingly after a pause, giving Wilson a mock hopeful look.

[dr_j_wilson]

Wilson caught his lower lip between his teeth in an attempt to quit grinning, and when that didn't work he tried looking at House's forehead instead of his eyes.

"'Just amazing', he asks," Wilson echoed in a voice that he could hear his own stupid smile in. "No, not just. But 'phenomenal' sounds silly."

His smile grew, and the sincerity of it made Wilson feel good. Really, really good. Feeling this at ease and satisfied... feeling safe and loved. As well as having eighth grade butterflies in his stomach even while staring at House's forehead. It was great. Phenomenal was a good word.

Wilson blinked a few times and darted his tongue out to try and lick his smile off his own lips, quite sure House would either call him an idiot or start tickling him at any moment if he didn't stop. Looking House in the eyes again, Wilson scoffed.

"Smug Mug of the Year award goes to," he said dryly. But he was honestly glad that House looked so pleased. As pleased as Wilson felt. After all that had been fairly incredible.

Wilson tipped his head foward until their foreheads were touching and placed a series of brief kisses against House's mouth. "Quit... smirking... " he demanded weakly between kisses. Another quick study of House concluded that he still looked entirely too ego-stroked, so Wilson brought his hand up to cup the side of House's neck before deepening the kiss. His movements were slow and soft, if not a bit lazy, and Wilson decided he wasn't doing much to disencourage House's pride. Oh well.

[dr_gregoryhouse]

"'Earth-shattering?'" House suggested, trying not to smirk at Wilson's failed attempt to stop smiling (though House was pretty much failing at not smirking, too). "'Spectacular'? 'Mindblowing'? 'Orgasmic'? Use your imagination!"

He rolled his eyes dramatically at Wilson's dry remark about the Smug Mug award. He really was smug, though. And genuinely pleased, too, to see Wilson smiling like this. Of course, Wilson smiling wasn't going to escape the brunt of his jokes.

"You can talk," House replied just as dryly. "I feel like I'm bed with the Cheshire Cat."

He couldn't help broadening his smirk as Wilson started peppering his lips with kisses. He ran his hand from Wilson's chest down to his hip and urged Wilson to shift closer.

"Quit smiling," he challenged right back at him. He lapsed straight back into a smirk when Wilson started kissing him deeply, though the smirk faded as he lost himself in the deep kiss. He ran his hand from Wilson's hip up over his back and pulled him even closer.

The kiss started to break when House found himself starting to smirk again and he gave up trying to kiss Wilson while unable to make his lips do anything except smirk. He dropped his head to the pillow, pulling back enough so he could look at Wilson, threading his fingers through Wilson's hair to sweep it back.

"I think I'd go with 'stupendously sensational'," House said conversationally, trying his absolute hardest to wipe the smug look on his face and failing considerably. "Or maybe 'mindblowingly incredible'. Or maybe just, 'God, House, how on earth did you do that?'"

[dr_j_wilson]

With his tongue pressing into his cheek, Wilson struggled to keep his lips closed and uncurved all at once. Kissing House didn't help and the Chesire Cat comment ruined his resolve, making Wilson sputter against his will.

He tilted his head back when House's fingers brushed through his hair, looking at House's perpetually smirking face. His smile relaxed into something less amused and closer to loving, even as House kept creating stupid phrases. He snorted finally in response to the last bit, but began sliding his hand up and down House's side in long, slow strokes.

"That would imply I've been left surprised and overly impressed by your sexual prowess," Wilson replied wryly, his expression shifting into a more relaxed state of appreciation and affection where his emotions toward House were concerned. "Wouldn't you prefer that I always suspected as much?" Wilson pushed up slightly using his elbow and leaned over House, dropping kisses along his jaw and then burying his nose in House's hair.

"I always suspected as much," he whispered lowly into House's ear, still stroking his hand over House's ribs. It was fine with him that House was equally as pleased with the sex they'd just had. Wilson was still buzzing from head to toe anyway. And the amount of love he felt for House branched off into a few different things, leaving him feeling both grateful and protective of House. Wilson lifted his face enough to look House in the eye and let himself smile again before dipping back down to kiss the side of House's face some more.

Wilson nuzzled against House's ear. "Love you," he murmured.