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It was only as he looked down to see Wilson kneeling between his legs that he realised the gravity of the situation and what was about to happen. Though, whether for better or for worse, it was far too late to do anything about it with the younger man staring up at him, waiting.
House lifted up his right hand, moving it to card through the younger man’s hair, soft waves shifting as Wilson stretched his head up to meet his hand, he scratched at his scalp, rewarding his quick acceptance. Despite this, Wilson’s brows furrowed,
“I have a meeting in 10 minutes..”
“Then you’ll just have to make me finish quickly then, I’m sure your cancer kiddies will hang on for a little longer.”
He nodded and looked down, facing what he was about to do, House pushed his head forwards, giving him the go-ahead. His other hand moved around to caress Wilson’s jaw before sliding down to his neck, thumb tracing the bob of his Adam's apple. House could feel him swallow, giving away the other’s nerves at their precarious situation.
Wilson got started on House’s jeans, making quick work of the button as surgical figures made their way to the zipper, hovering over in reverence before bringing it down with new-founded confidence. His jeans now parted he dipped his face down into House’s underwear, breathing in his musk, hot breath causing House’s half-hard dick to twitch.
Wilson reached out for his underwear, dragging it down just enough to release him to the cool office air. He gave a couple tentative licks to the base of his cock, getting to grips with the reality of the situation, giving a chaste kiss to the tip, smearing precome on his lips. House drew in a stiff breath, blood rushing down his body.
He stuck his foot down on the clothed bulge between Wilson’s leg, causing the man gasp, body jerking forward before rational thought pushed him back in embarrassment. He glared up at cool blue eyes, hot flush bringing out the best in his own brown, leaving House to push away the endearment threatening to seep into his expression.
Again he pushed his foot down, simultaneously pulling slightly at his hair, this time eliciting a much more enthusiastic response, Wilson letting out a long steady moan as he ground his hips against the bottom of House’s sneaker. Finally, Wilson takes House into his mouth, getting used to the weight and feel of House within him. House almost whoops, wet pressure making him fully hard, a groan left his mouth at the feeling.
The sudden, yet very familiar, click-clack of heels had House shoving Wilson fully underneath the desk, backing him up against the wood, leaving Wilson no choice but to take House further inside of him, eyes fluttering with the loss of oxygen; he let out a sound of protest, confused, a hum that made House shiver.
“Wilson, do you have a minute-” Cuddy strutted in, low cut top giving a generous view of her perfectly formed cleavage, which he would be readily commenting on, if not for Wilson’s hot mouth making quick work of any sort of wit left in him.
“-House..? Why the hell are you behind Wilson’s desk, and where the hell is he? You know what. I don’t care, just make sure you finish your clinic hours before you even think of setting foot out of this hospital!” She slammed the door behind her, continuing her search for the man currently knelt under the desk.
House pulled the man back out from the wooden desk, though not making any attempt to release him from where he was being spear-headed on his dick. Tears had welled up in Wilson’s eyes, his cheeks were hollowed to accommodate the newly added inches down his throat, all of this imprinted onto the filthiest parts of House’s mind as he took in the scene before him.
“Ohh God Wilson,” House took a shaky breath before continuing, “Oh God you have no idea how good you look right now, taking it so well, you fucking slut.”
Wilson whimpered at the name, sound reverberating down the length of House’s cock causing him to thrust into the man, hitting the back of his throat. His head fell back, dick throbbing within Wilson’s wet mouth.
“Jesus -ahh!- Wilson!”
Wilson wasn’t doing much better himself. His brain overloaded with pleasure as he uncaring rubbed his clothed hard-on against the rubber soles, releasing all kinds of sounds from his mouth, the lack of oxygen making him hazy as he struggled to stop himself getting his teeth mixed up in the throat fucking. Both hands gripped onto their respective sides of House’s hips as he sucked in his cheeks moving up, giving kitten licks to the head.
Both of House’s hands pulled at his head as clenched his teeth together, failing to suppress a loud groan.
It took an intense amount of concentration to release his grip on one of House’s hips, moving his left hand down to stroke at the length of House’s dick, moving in tandem with his mouth. House arched his back, writhing in the chair, hands now clutching at the arm rests.
“Ack!- I’m so close, God-d, please! Please, more!” cried House.
Emboldened, Wilson shot himself back down his dick, taking him as far as he could, and then some. He moved his hand to cup at House’s balls giving a perfunctory caress, before looking up, making -teary- eye contact with House. At that he gave a firm squeeze, simultaneously hollowing his cheeks out and giving a long suck to House’s cock.
House was blinded by the sight, vision whiting out as he came, back arched with a shuddering moan. However, Wilson couldn’t take it all down, coughing and spluttering as he released House’s dick from his defiled mouth, leading to come being splurted over his face, mixing with reddened cheeks. Tears streamed readily down his face as he chased his own release, not quite able to get all the way.
Mustering up all the energy he had left, House clutched Wilson by the shoulders, dragging the younger man onto his left leg. Taking a hold of his hips, he pushed him down onto his thigh. Wilson’s legs quivered with exertion after kneeling for so long, arms strung flimsily around his shoulders, face plunged into the crook of House’s neck -smearing spend on his shirt. Wilson started to ground carelessly onto House’s leg, letting out a litany of moans, whimpers, and babbling.
“Come one Jimmy, you’re doing so well,” he let out a whimper at that, “Yeahh, doing so good, show me how good you can be -show me how much you want this.”
Wilson rocked against him one last time, sobbing hard as he came, convulsing with full body tremors as he slumped against the other, the middle of his slacks damp and sticky.
They lay there in silence for a while, nothing but the other’s breathing to accompany them.
House glanced at the clock.
“Finished with minutes to spare! Couldn’t expect any less from my favourite office-cock-whore!”
“That title loses meaning when I’m the only person willing to have sex with you in this hospital. And I might be the first whore in history to be actively losing money for their services.”
“Always breaking glass ceilings, you are Jimmy!”
Wilson just let out a low grumble into House’s neck, smiles forming on both their lips.
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