"If there was a button that killed everyone I hated, I probably wouldn't press it ... but if there was a button that killed everyone who hated me, I'd press it without hesitation."
[ When it comes to the track and shape of Junpei's emotions, House is a dedicated and thoughtful researcher, teasing out new information from every skewed frown and arched brow, testing and re-testing the results until he can draw a suitable conclusion. He could write an entire paper on the tension in the corners of Junpei's mouth and eyes, the affectation of boredom that doesn't quite disguise the uptick in his interest, itself evident in the way his dick is filling out in the curve of House's palm.
His own expression is almost a mirror of the one before him, though the veil he ducks behind isn't boredom, but a detached and clinical sobriety. ]
Who? Quentin? You can't show anyone the present if it's still wrapped up. [ Daring, he squeezes Junepi's growing erection, then starts to rub his palm up and down, dragging the fabric of the skirt over the lace beneath. ]
I really think I deserve to at least see what it looks like.
[ Unfortunately for Junpei, his cock doesn’t want to play along with the memo from the mind to keep a casual tone. The friction created by being snuggled beneath multiple layers of material combined with his usual weakness for House using that medical professional voice is just too much.
A whine escapes, dripping with that youthful sensitivity and impatience as he leans into the rubbing palm.
But he’s stubborn, even as he’s flushing pink and steadying himself against the door behind him, there’s still some fight left. ]
He’s not a bad choice. Considering all he’s been through recently … all he’s done for me … I wouldn’t mind spoiling him.
[ One of the many good things about Junpei's physical response is it gives House more to hold on to. Hiding a smile at the noise Junpei makes, House flattens his hand against that curve of desire, mapping it out with thumb and fingertips. The downwards stroke almost ends up between Junpei's legs. Or it would, if the skirt wasn't in the way.
The thought of Quentin getting to enjoy the lingerie before he does itches at House, even though he's pretty sure it's entirely hypothetical. He speeds up the motions of his hand, pressing against the door and making it shift on its hinges, then, just when he judges Junpei is getting into it, he pulls back and steps away. His breathing is a little heavy and his own erection is outlined in his pants; his gaze is intense and hungry.
He rubs the back of his hand across his mouth and then points to the counter nearby, where they prepare various medications and treatments for their patients. ]
Take the dress off. Then put your hands on the counter.
[ This has gone far enough. Clearly it's time for a real test of Junpei's loyalty. ]
[ Really, he’s a little smug he even got to toy with him that long. It’s enough, and there’s no more resistance or back talk when the doctor pulls away with that direct order that sends a powerful surge of need right to his erection. Fingers are already moving to the buttons on the back of the dress, popping them one by one with a fluidity that speaks to how often he quickly wants to remove it at the end of exhausting work days. At the same time he’s moving towards the table, keeping his single visible eye on House even as he’s undressing.
It’s not done hastily, Junpei knowing he should draw it out to build some anticipation. The earth tones of the nurse outfit fall away slowly to reveal vibrant red that contrasts so well with the boy’s pale skin. Knowing he’ll need to slip back into it later he doesn’t just toss his uniform aside, placing it gingerly over the back of the chair. Next he steps out of his boots so the stockings can be fully appreciated, fitting him just right and completing the look of being a gift wrapped package fit for only the dirtiest of old men.
When he bends down slightly to place his hands on the counter, he gives the doctor a smoldering look over one shoulder and raises his ass just slightly. The message is clear: I know you want me. I know I look good.
And he feels it. Feels a confidence and a power he hasn’t before. House may always be more clever, may always truly have the upper hand, but he’s not the wide eyed virgin he was when they first met. More importantly, his sexuality doesn’t feel like a vulnerability anymore. It’s okay to be horny, and to let himself enjoy being horny. It’s a freeing feeling. ]
[ 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. ]
[ If only the him that was freshly arrived in Rubi could see him now; posing coquettishly of his own free will for an older man in a scanty outfit. Delighting in the feeling of his barely covered body being appraised by wandering hands, getting little pleasurable shivers and letting out stilted breaths that are meant to keep more suggestive sounds at bay.
Well, he’d probably faint. Or get incredibly turned on and cover it with feigned disgust.
But old Junpei didn’t understand. Didn’t know the thrill. Didn’t know how good it could feel to be looked at like dessert. His bottom arches up at the press of the other behind him like an animal in heat. ]
Like you want to eat me.
[ Delivered in a velvety tone, almost a purr. There isn’t any worry the doctor is going to toy with him right now. He’s that confident of his desirability.
Internally he thanks Iggy for the boost of confidence earlier. ]
Amazingly accurate. [ House leans down enough to brush the briefest kiss across the curve between Junpei's neck and his shoulder. It wouldn't take much for Junpei to figure out how desirable he is -- he just has to push his ass back into House's growing erection. He continues, in a low murmur against his skin: ]
Since that's what I want to do to you. Remember what I said about keeping your hands on the counter.
[ With a hitch of effort and a grunt of necessary pain, he pulls back from Junpei and lowers himself down onto one knee on the stone floor of the clinic. His fingers hook into the lacy panties, pulling them aside so he can reveal more of Junpei's ass, palming his cheek so he can see the soft pinkness that runs down to his balls and the tightness of his hole.
He rubs the pad of his thumb idly over those tense rings of muscle. Leans sideways so he can look up and try and see the expression in Junpei's face. Then, experimentally: ]
[ Junpei isn’t really prepared for the impact ‘good girl’ has on him. Combined with the touch, House gets to see Junpei’s eyes roll back, a needy mewl slipping out between parted lips.
A moment before he’d actually been slightly distracted by concern about his boss kneeling on the floor. As aggravated as Junpei can get with House, he’s not very good at hiding the moments he’s honestly fretting over him. Even as he tries to keep a distant expression there are little tells during their day to day interactions that he’s keeping part of his attention on how the doctor is feeling.
Thankfully he’s way too horny to let the brief flash of worry ruin their current playtime, allowing it to melt away along with any other stresses on his mind. He needs this. The less cerebral version of him can take the wheel for awhile.
He runs his tongue casually over his top lip as he murmurs a response. ]
[ He emphasises that with another indulgent rub of his thumb over Junpei's hole, testing the tension there, seeing how much he can get away with. As much as he just wants to throw Junpei over a counter and fuck him silly -- and he does, and might do that in a few minutes -- he also wants to linger in this space, in the teasing and appreciation of his hard work. He's fully willing to take more than partial credit for Junpei's improved confidence, a justification for the extension of his generosity.
To underline his point, he leans in and gives the curve of Junpei's ass a kiss, then strokes his tongue carefully over the warm and soft skin between his cheeks. Hairless, it's no challenge, a little salty with sweat, vulnerable to the lapping of House's attention. ]
[ That’s good to hear, because filthy is exactly what Junpei wants too. Having his exposed rear end so open and vulnerable to anything House wants to do to it is an addictive feeling, especially since he hasn’t really had much attention to that area in a long while.
When the slick, pleasant wet slide of a tongue runs over his cleft he writhes in place, fingers curling against the countertop as if they might find purchase. He’s never had anyone attend to that part of his body with their mouth before, so it’s worlds more difficult to hold back his sensitive responses. Keeping his hands in place is going to be a much bigger challenge than he’d anticipated. His head tilts back as he gasps out a surprised ‘Sensei!’.
The reality there are bed bound patients and Magda on the other side of the door isn’t far from his mind. He needs to keep his volume in check if he wants to get through his rounds with minimal awkwardness later. ]
[ Eager to hear more of those noises out of him, House circles Junpei's hole with the tip of his tongue, then starts lapping hungrily at him like a man eager for his dinner, trying to make it sound as obscene and sloppy as possible. His thumbs dig into the soft curves of his ass as he holds his cheeks apart, baring him totally to whatever House wants to do to him.
It lasts until House's jaw and tongue start to cramp. He hunkers back on his heels, breathing a little harder now, and thumbs over the pink wet skin. If only he had a camera, this would be a great shot. Experimentally, he delivers a light slap to one ass cheek. ]
You should wear these all the time. I'll get you enough for every day. It'll cheer up the patients. Like a therapy dog, only better. And sexier.
[ Nothing had really prepared Junpei for the sensation of a mouth giving attention to his hole. The tactile nature of a tongue, able to bend and slide while being so warm and wet. It’s a comical display how he whimpers and writhes, toes curling as he fights to stay mostly in place. House will feel the opening contract and open with pleasurable spasms, the poor boy’s former aloofness shattered to bits.
The little slap is enough to make his hard dick throb mercilessly between his legs, joined by a pitiful groan. Fingers twitch as he resists the compulsion to reach for it, wanting friction so badly. ]
Unh … I’ll wear panties … but I’m not coming to work … ah … in just lingerie. It’s almost winter.
[ Brain is scrambled enough from the blissful high of the doctor’s tongue that he doesn’t just scoff off the dirty talk entirely.
[ The cost of the lingerie is cheap for the quality of the noises he's getting out of Junpei, not to mention the sight of him all dolled up and desperate, pale skin flushed against the bright red lace. He takes note of the "I'll wear panties" promise as he pushes himself back up to his feet with a grunt of effort. The erection doesn't help.
Once he's up, he crowds up against Junpei, using his height to surround him as he sets his hands either side of Junpei's on the counter. His clothed crotch slots up against Junpei's mostly bare backside. For a few beats he stays like that, unmoving. ]
I realised.. I haven't done your employee appraisal. Do you think we should do it now?
[ As he speaks, he reaches up to the cabinet mounted on the wall in front of them. Opens it, hunts around a little, and takes out a vial with a red ribbon tied in a bow around it. Still snugged up behind Junpei, he levers out the cork with his thumbnail and decants oil into his palm. It smells faintly of sandalwood and cloves. ]
[ His hands may not be allowed to move, but House said nothing about his ass. There’s a frustrated buck of his hips so that his butt rubs up against that clothed erection, trying to tease as much as it’s trying to angle for some relief.
It’s assumed the ‘appraisal’ talk is House trying to further frustrate him, so it’s ignored in favor of giving the procured bottle an eye roll. ]
Of course you keep lube hidden here.
[ The judgmental tone loses some of its punch when the speaker is clearly breathless from arousal. Another roll of his hips, a little harder than necessary this time. Impatient and needy. ]
Now that I’m getting experience, I hope you can keep up with me, sensei.
[ 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. ]
[ In truth Junpei hasn’t had much in the way of intimate contact in the past couple of months outside of the barely remembered incident in the cages with Gilia. There were some juicy encounters in the Void illusions but did those really count?
He still hasn’t had a dick in him aside from House’s, and he’s trying to decide if he should be honest about that or if some spicy lies would make things more interesting. Though it’s a touch challenging to scheme when oiled up fingers are sliding into sensitive areas. Lips pull back into a wet whine as he feels his entrance being breached, arching into the body above him helplessly.
Ever feisty, he struggles to yank himself back from the brink of melting into a brainless, horny puddle too quickly. This needs to be savored. Can’t just let House make him a total mess from one fingertip. ]
… mmn, not like I’m going to just tell you.
[ All right, steadying his breathing. Riding out those waves of easy excitement and arousal from being pent up. He can make House work a little for this. He should have to work for this. ]
But I’ll be taking [ Shaky exhale. ] … mental notes.
Then I'll have to make sure the experience is truly notable.
[ House rotates his hand so he can curve his palm against Junpei's ass as he pushes his finger into the tight slick grip of his hole. The combination of being clothed, of Junpei's lingerie rustling against his skin, of being buried in him up to the second knuckle in the clinic of all places -- it's all exciting. Those sweet little hitches in Junpei's breathing make it even better.
Gauging the extent of his own impatience, House starts working his finger in and out, pressing against the tense rings of muscle. His own breathing is getting a little unsteady as he's reminded of how hot Junpei is inside. ]
I hope they know what they're getting. [ He leans down a bit so he can murmur the words right beside Junpei's ear, his voice a low rumble of sound. ] A naughty slut who fucks men when he should be working. A dirty girl.
[ There had been some part of Junpei that had told himself getting so turned on over being called a slut at the toga party was merely another side effect of the booze and the aphrodisiacs.
The surge of arousal that throbs through him straight down to his balls when House combines it with continuing to call him a girl proves that part is kidding itself. There’s a noticeable fluttering of his asshole at the same time that the doctor will be able to feel with his probing fingers. ]
And who was it that made me a slut?
[ Delivered on the cusp of a needy whine, voice rough and straining. Hips buck to get those fingers a little deeper, desperate to be stretched out more, to encourage House to keep going. ]
Who was it that flipped that switch? Who pulled me into all this debauchery? Don’t act like you’re not proud of your work, sensei.
Oh, I'm very proud of my work. You've improved.. so much.
[ Since he's asking for it so nicely, House gives Junpei what he wants and pushes in deeper, adds another finger, working them in and out in languid movements until his own impatience starts to win out over his desire to tease his young ward. He withdraws his fingers, fumbles for a moment at his fly, then his hand is replaced by his hard cock. ]
I'm so proud of you. [ He strokes the head of his dick up between Junpei's cheeks, one last tease, before lining himself up. Starts easing in with a low groan. ] Taking it.. like a champ..
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His own expression is almost a mirror of the one before him, though the veil he ducks behind isn't boredom, but a detached and clinical sobriety. ]
Who? Quentin? You can't show anyone the present if it's still wrapped up. [ Daring, he squeezes Junepi's growing erection, then starts to rub his palm up and down, dragging the fabric of the skirt over the lace beneath. ]
I really think I deserve to at least see what it looks like.
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[ Unfortunately for Junpei, his cock doesn’t want to play along with the memo from the mind to keep a casual tone. The friction created by being snuggled beneath multiple layers of material combined with his usual weakness for House using that medical professional voice is just too much.
A whine escapes, dripping with that youthful sensitivity and impatience as he leans into the rubbing palm.
But he’s stubborn, even as he’s flushing pink and steadying himself against the door behind him, there’s still some fight left. ]
He’s not a bad choice. Considering all he’s been through recently … all he’s done for me … I wouldn’t mind spoiling him.
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The thought of Quentin getting to enjoy the lingerie before he does itches at House, even though he's pretty sure it's entirely hypothetical. He speeds up the motions of his hand, pressing against the door and making it shift on its hinges, then, just when he judges Junpei is getting into it, he pulls back and steps away. His breathing is a little heavy and his own erection is outlined in his pants; his gaze is intense and hungry.
He rubs the back of his hand across his mouth and then points to the counter nearby, where they prepare various medications and treatments for their patients. ]
Take the dress off. Then put your hands on the counter.
[ This has gone far enough. Clearly it's time for a real test of Junpei's loyalty. ]
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It’s not done hastily, Junpei knowing he should draw it out to build some anticipation. The earth tones of the nurse outfit fall away slowly to reveal vibrant red that contrasts so well with the boy’s pale skin. Knowing he’ll need to slip back into it later he doesn’t just toss his uniform aside, placing it gingerly over the back of the chair. Next he steps out of his boots so the stockings can be fully appreciated, fitting him just right and completing the look of being a gift wrapped package fit for only the dirtiest of old men.
When he bends down slightly to place his hands on the counter, he gives the doctor a smoldering look over one shoulder and raises his ass just slightly. The message is clear: I know you want me. I know I look good.
And he feels it. Feels a confidence and a power he hasn’t before. House may always be more clever, may always truly have the upper hand, but he’s not the wide eyed virgin he was when they first met. More importantly, his sexuality doesn’t feel like a vulnerability anymore. It’s okay to be horny, and to let himself enjoy being horny. It’s a freeing feeling. ]
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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.
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Well, he’d probably faint. Or get incredibly turned on and cover it with feigned disgust.
But old Junpei didn’t understand. Didn’t know the thrill. Didn’t know how good it could feel to be looked at like dessert. His bottom arches up at the press of the other behind him like an animal in heat. ]
Like you want to eat me.
[ Delivered in a velvety tone, almost a purr. There isn’t any worry the doctor is going to toy with him right now. He’s that confident of his desirability.
Internally he thanks Iggy for the boost of confidence earlier. ]
Like I want to be eaten.
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Since that's what I want to do to you. Remember what I said about keeping your hands on the counter.
[ With a hitch of effort and a grunt of necessary pain, he pulls back from Junpei and lowers himself down onto one knee on the stone floor of the clinic. His fingers hook into the lacy panties, pulling them aside so he can reveal more of Junpei's ass, palming his cheek so he can see the soft pinkness that runs down to his balls and the tightness of his hole.
He rubs the pad of his thumb idly over those tense rings of muscle. Leans sideways so he can look up and try and see the expression in Junpei's face. Then, experimentally: ]
You gonna be a good girl for me?
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A moment before he’d actually been slightly distracted by concern about his boss kneeling on the floor. As aggravated as Junpei can get with House, he’s not very good at hiding the moments he’s honestly fretting over him. Even as he tries to keep a distant expression there are little tells during their day to day interactions that he’s keeping part of his attention on how the doctor is feeling.
Thankfully he’s way too horny to let the brief flash of worry ruin their current playtime, allowing it to melt away along with any other stresses on his mind. He needs this. The less cerebral version of him can take the wheel for awhile.
He runs his tongue casually over his top lip as he murmurs a response. ]
Is being good what you really want?
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[ He emphasises that with another indulgent rub of his thumb over Junpei's hole, testing the tension there, seeing how much he can get away with. As much as he just wants to throw Junpei over a counter and fuck him silly -- and he does, and might do that in a few minutes -- he also wants to linger in this space, in the teasing and appreciation of his hard work. He's fully willing to take more than partial credit for Junpei's improved confidence, a justification for the extension of his generosity.
To underline his point, he leans in and gives the curve of Junpei's ass a kiss, then strokes his tongue carefully over the warm and soft skin between his cheeks. Hairless, it's no challenge, a little salty with sweat, vulnerable to the lapping of House's attention. ]
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When the slick, pleasant wet slide of a tongue runs over his cleft he writhes in place, fingers curling against the countertop as if they might find purchase. He’s never had anyone attend to that part of his body with their mouth before, so it’s worlds more difficult to hold back his sensitive responses. Keeping his hands in place is going to be a much bigger challenge than he’d anticipated. His head tilts back as he gasps out a surprised ‘Sensei!’.
The reality there are bed bound patients and Magda on the other side of the door isn’t far from his mind. He needs to keep his volume in check if he wants to get through his rounds with minimal awkwardness later. ]
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It lasts until House's jaw and tongue start to cramp. He hunkers back on his heels, breathing a little harder now, and thumbs over the pink wet skin. If only he had a camera, this would be a great shot. Experimentally, he delivers a light slap to one ass cheek. ]
You should wear these all the time. I'll get you enough for every day. It'll cheer up the patients. Like a therapy dog, only better. And sexier.
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The little slap is enough to make his hard dick throb mercilessly between his legs, joined by a pitiful groan. Fingers twitch as he resists the compulsion to reach for it, wanting friction so badly. ]
Unh … I’ll wear panties … but I’m not coming to work … ah … in just lingerie. It’s almost winter.
[ Brain is scrambled enough from the blissful high of the doctor’s tongue that he doesn’t just scoff off the dirty talk entirely.
Then, in a bratty whine: ]
Why’d you stop?
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Once he's up, he crowds up against Junpei, using his height to surround him as he sets his hands either side of Junpei's on the counter. His clothed crotch slots up against Junpei's mostly bare backside. For a few beats he stays like that, unmoving. ]
I realised.. I haven't done your employee appraisal. Do you think we should do it now?
[ As he speaks, he reaches up to the cabinet mounted on the wall in front of them. Opens it, hunts around a little, and takes out a vial with a red ribbon tied in a bow around it. Still snugged up behind Junpei, he levers out the cork with his thumbnail and decants oil into his palm. It smells faintly of sandalwood and cloves. ]
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It’s assumed the ‘appraisal’ talk is House trying to further frustrate him, so it’s ignored in favor of giving the procured bottle an eye roll. ]
Of course you keep lube hidden here.
[ The judgmental tone loses some of its punch when the speaker is clearly breathless from arousal. Another roll of his hips, a little harder than necessary this time. Impatient and needy. ]
Now that I’m getting experience, I hope you can keep up with me, sensei.
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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?
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He still hasn’t had a dick in him aside from House’s, and he’s trying to decide if he should be honest about that or if some spicy lies would make things more interesting. Though it’s a touch challenging to scheme when oiled up fingers are sliding into sensitive areas. Lips pull back into a wet whine as he feels his entrance being breached, arching into the body above him helplessly.
Ever feisty, he struggles to yank himself back from the brink of melting into a brainless, horny puddle too quickly. This needs to be savored. Can’t just let House make him a total mess from one fingertip. ]
… mmn, not like I’m going to just tell you.
[ All right, steadying his breathing. Riding out those waves of easy excitement and arousal from being pent up. He can make House work a little for this. He should have to work for this. ]
But I’ll be taking [ Shaky exhale. ] … mental notes.
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[ House rotates his hand so he can curve his palm against Junpei's ass as he pushes his finger into the tight slick grip of his hole. The combination of being clothed, of Junpei's lingerie rustling against his skin, of being buried in him up to the second knuckle in the clinic of all places -- it's all exciting. Those sweet little hitches in Junpei's breathing make it even better.
Gauging the extent of his own impatience, House starts working his finger in and out, pressing against the tense rings of muscle. His own breathing is getting a little unsteady as he's reminded of how hot Junpei is inside. ]
I hope they know what they're getting. [ He leans down a bit so he can murmur the words right beside Junpei's ear, his voice a low rumble of sound. ] A naughty slut who fucks men when he should be working. A dirty girl.
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The surge of arousal that throbs through him straight down to his balls when House combines it with continuing to call him a girl proves that part is kidding itself. There’s a noticeable fluttering of his asshole at the same time that the doctor will be able to feel with his probing fingers. ]
And who was it that made me a slut?
[ Delivered on the cusp of a needy whine, voice rough and straining. Hips buck to get those fingers a little deeper, desperate to be stretched out more, to encourage House to keep going. ]
Who was it that flipped that switch? Who pulled me into all this debauchery? Don’t act like you’re not proud of your work, sensei.
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[ Since he's asking for it so nicely, House gives Junpei what he wants and pushes in deeper, adds another finger, working them in and out in languid movements until his own impatience starts to win out over his desire to tease his young ward. He withdraws his fingers, fumbles for a moment at his fly, then his hand is replaced by his hard cock. ]
I'm so proud of you. [ He strokes the head of his dick up between Junpei's cheeks, one last tease, before lining himself up. Starts easing in with a low groan. ] Taking it.. like a champ..