[ For his efforts earns a soft, wordless murmur of appreciation and a certain tightening of House's body language, the concentrated interest in his gaze given a twist of the gas flame. His casual nonchalance, leaning against the table, takes on a degree of effort as Junpei's ass is bared to his gaze.
He really does look good. Looks great, especially when he moves and House can see the curve of Junpei's erection encased in those lace panties. It makes House question why he's never done this before.
As if to make up for lost time, he pushes himself off the table and makes short work of the distance between them, reaching out to palm a curve of that ripe white peach. ]
Stay just like that.
[ He strokes his hands over Junpei's body, down his sides, over his hips and ass, touching and looking and taking it all in. Moves in close, so his thighs and crotch settle up against Junpei. One hand steals around to to the front to cup and palm his dick through the fabric, thumb stroking up and down the curve of his shaft. ]
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He really does look good. Looks great, especially when he moves and House can see the curve of Junpei's erection encased in those lace panties. It makes House question why he's never done this before.
As if to make up for lost time, he pushes himself off the table and makes short work of the distance between them, reaching out to palm a curve of that ripe white peach. ]
Stay just like that.
[ He strokes his hands over Junpei's body, down his sides, over his hips and ass, touching and looking and taking it all in. Moves in close, so his thighs and crotch settle up against Junpei. One hand steals around to to the front to cup and palm his dick through the fabric, thumb stroking up and down the curve of his shaft. ]
Tell me how you feel.