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
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"You should always be left surprised and overly impressed by my sexual prowess," House argued good-naturedly. "And you should always suspect as much, at the same time."
His smirk softened to match the look Wilson was giving him, dropping his hand from Wilson's hair to his shoulder as Wilson leaned over him. He craned his neck to grant Wilson better access to his jaw, rubbing his shoulder tenderly. Then he raised his brows in interest when Wilson confirmed he had always suspected as much.
"Oh, really?" House inquired. "Always? Or are you talking the time frame of the last few months kind of 'always'? Because that's technically not 'always', unless you're trying to tell me you've pondered my sexual prowess for the last seventeen years
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"Oh, good," Wilson replied, rolling his eyes dramatically. "As long as you're sure." His smile remained on his face and he rested back against the pillow, shifting into House's space even more. "Stupendously is a ridiculous word. How did anyone ever come up with that
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"Discussing etymology after sex is very anticlimactic," House warned at Wilson's claim about the word 'stupendously', as Wilson snuggled up against him. "That's like wondering whether to wash colours or whites first in your overflowing dirty clothes hamper after whacking off
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Even though House couldn't see him, Wilson rolled his eyes again. When House asked if he was ready to sleep he didn't answer abruptly. Instead, he started grazing his lips against House's clavicle. After a few seconds Wilson's kisses grew firmer. His hand moved from House's side to his chest, fingertips ghosting over a nipple and then moving away. His touches were unassuming and gentle, solely focusing on the feel of House's skin against his own just for the sake of showing affection.
"Nuh uh," Wilson assured him distractedly before licking a short line along House's collar bone. "I'm very much here, actually."
He could taste House and feel him and breathe him in, and that sent another rush of protectiveness through Wilson for some reason. His fingers brushed back up House's chest, pausing to massage his nipple again.
"Not that tired," Wilson added quietly, lips moving against House's skin as he spoke. "Still in recovery. You?"
Craning his neck downwards to look at Wilson, so his chin was tucked against his chest, he watched Wilson lave attention to his skin. He dropped his head back when Wilson moved up to his collarbone. "So I gathered," House replied distractedly to Wilson saying he was still very much here
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Wilson could hear the steady lub-dub of his own pulse in his ear now that his head rested in the crook of House's neck. During the quiet he listened, enjoying how good it felt to do nothing but breathe in and out. Do nothing but allow his inhales to meet House's exhales, the heartbeat echoing as a counterpoint to the flow of air between them. Could've been House's pulse for all he knew. There wasn't enough distance between them to figure it out and Wilson didn't care to
( ... )
House ran his hand back up the length of Wilson's back just as absently as he was still staring at the ceiling. "She's not thinking that," he confirmed frankly. "She's wanting very little to do with the investigation, apparently
( ... )
"Even if the signs had been clear as day, I'm not sure she'd have caught it in time. I remember... it just didn't seem..." Wilson exhaled through his nose, dropping his hand to rest against House's side and shaking his head slightly. "I wish you hadn't been right. There was no reason for her to suspect-- I know she was hoping for something. That's what I can't stand about it. The damage doesn't end here with the trial, you know
( ... )
The damage wasn't just with what happened with the stalker, too. There was the whole other part of how they'd all slept together and the fallout that ensued. Stuff House didn't want to think about, because he knew deep down that the whole sleeping with Cuddy thing was far from resolved
( ... )
Wilson waited for House to agree with him but the good-natured joke never came. Instead Wilson thought he felt House almost flinch underneath him, and he did feel a break in the otherwise steady flow of House's breathing. His eyes finally blinked open, a curiously amused smile only just starting at the corners of his mouth, when House responded
( ... )
House made good of staring away from Wilson, across the other side of the room. Oh god, he felt trapped under Wilson now. Trapped and guilty and oh shit.
Nothing happened, though, he reminded himself. Nothing happened between himself and Cade, so what was there to be so uptight about? The part where he'd lied to Wilson, that was what. The part where lying made it look like something had happened. The part where House had entertained something happening between Cade and himself, just out of curiosity. Oh god, oh shit
( ... )
When House finally met his gaze, Wilson's frown wasn't dissuaded. Instead he furrowed his brow, completely at a loss for how tense House was, and tried to hold his eyes with the sole intent of figuring out what was wrong
( ... )
House kissed Wilson with more insistence at first when he felt Wilson hesitating. Oh god, he was thinking, oh god. Wilson doubted him, he was certain of it. Wilson was going to pull back and ask what was really going on
( ... )
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His smirk softened to match the look Wilson was giving him, dropping his hand from Wilson's hair to his shoulder as Wilson leaned over him. He craned his neck to grant Wilson better access to his jaw, rubbing his shoulder tenderly. Then he raised his brows in interest when Wilson confirmed he had always suspected as much.
"Oh, really?" House inquired. "Always? Or are you talking the time frame of the last few months kind of 'always'? Because that's technically not 'always', unless you're trying to tell me you've pondered my sexual prowess for the last seventeen years ( ... )
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"Nuh uh," Wilson assured him distractedly before licking a short line along House's collar bone. "I'm very much here, actually."
He could taste House and feel him and breathe him in, and that sent another rush of protectiveness through Wilson for some reason. His fingers brushed back up House's chest, pausing to massage his nipple again.
"Not that tired," Wilson added quietly, lips moving against House's skin as he spoke. "Still in recovery. You?"
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Nothing happened, though, he reminded himself. Nothing happened between himself and Cade, so what was there to be so uptight about? The part where he'd lied to Wilson, that was what. The part where lying made it look like something had happened. The part where House had entertained something happening between Cade and himself, just out of curiosity. Oh god, oh shit ( ... )
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