[ Now he's interested, though he refuses to be distracted from his task. His oiled hand dips down, slipping deftly between them until he can slide it over Junpei's ass and up into the cleft between his cheeks, slick fingers stroking over him. The oil is specially made, sold in the same store he'd visited to trade for the lingerie, and warms quickly, hot in his palm and dripping down to his wrist.
One slippery fingertip seeks, finds, presses in. Gently but firmly. Hungry for more of those noises, more of that gasping desperation.
House leans into him as he does it, chest against his back, setting his other hand over Junpei's on the counter. ]
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[ Now he's interested, though he refuses to be distracted from his task. His oiled hand dips down, slipping deftly between them until he can slide it over Junpei's ass and up into the cleft between his cheeks, slick fingers stroking over him. The oil is specially made, sold in the same store he'd visited to trade for the lingerie, and warms quickly, hot in his palm and dripping down to his wrist.
One slippery fingertip seeks, finds, presses in. Gently but firmly. Hungry for more of those noises, more of that gasping desperation.
House leans into him as he does it, chest against his back, setting his other hand over Junpei's on the counter. ]
Who else do I have to keep up with, hmm?