"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."
[ 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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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..