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House had scored the day off.
Wilson had not.
So, at the crack of dawn his alarm blared through the small apartment and Wilson's eyes reluctantly peeled themselves open to turn off the loud beeping beside him. He glanced towards House who was still fast asleep and snoring beside him, typical. Part of him wanted to be jealous of how his partner got to lay asleep for the next few hours while he rushed around a hospital and sat staring at ultrasounds and CT scans of hearts and livers all day until he spotted anything concerning but he also knew that if he were still asleep he wouldn't get to see how pretty Greg looked right now. The older man's face was smushed into his pillow and he was sprawled out in a big old starfish position. He was appreciative of that at least.
Wilson pressed a soft kiss to the side of House's head before he left, gently stroking his hair and mumbling a soft goodbye as he readied to start his day.
At 11:26AM, House woke up. Pulling his face away from the plush pillow an audible groan pulled itself from House, he dug around in the bedside drawer and pulled out that familiar pill bottle, it popped open and he shook two pills into his hand and swallowed them. Ugh, dry swallowing pills was never fun but if it pulled the ache from his leg House could suffer through it. A day off was always appreciated but it was never as fun without Wilson, maybe he could sit on the couch and binge eat junk or walk around naked with no judgement. While both were reasonably sensible ways to spend his day alone it just wouldn't feel the same without Wilson scolding him for his eating habits or telling him to ‘put on some damn pants Gregory you're flashing the neighbours.’
Reluctantly House pulled himself from the sheets he'd cocooned himself in throughout the night and sat on the edge of the bed. Everything ached. Before he stood he stretched up and popped a few tense spots in his back, much better. Once up, House hobbled his way across the bedroom and stabled himself on his trusty old cane, really he was due a new one but that was a problem for future House since all he wanted right now was some breakfast.
Wilson was probably picking at his lunch between consultations by now and yet House was just starting his day by tossing an unevenly cut bagel into the old toaster that was mostly just used as decoration these days. He was losing it with the lack of noise, tinnitus plaguing him with a neverending ring that shot from ear to ear meant it was never really silent but it didn't do much to keep his motivation in tact. So he flipped the tv on, whatever was playing he didn't care about it he just needed the noise for comfort.
His bagel was burnt and then slathered in butter to cover the burn, that did not work. It was fine. He sank onto the couch, narrowly avoiding the d=broken spring from when he and Wilson had last- no, not while he was eating breakfast. His watch read 11:40. Brunch. Not while he was eating brunch. Now that he was sat the tv became less about background noise and more about distraction, he peered up at it from his burnt and sad bagel to try and identify whatever dog shit was playing before midday. Nothing good he could imagine, nothing good ever played this early on a Thursday.
Crunch.
House audibly signed at his sad excuse of food, reaching for the remote again. A movie would help, he flipped through the tv guide and prayed one would catch his attention. Not some sappy romance or god awful comedy, just something captivating. “Dead Poets Society at this time of the morning? God some people don’t even try to be happy” he muttered, flipping past the title before ultimately giving up and settling on the nature channel for background noise. The apartment was quiet without Wilson there, too quiet if he was being honest. He knew for a fact the moment Wilson came back through the door the most attention he’d get would be a small hello and then his partner would be off to prepare dinner or rest after a long shift and while part of him wanted to respect that and accept that James would be tired and hungry he wanted some attention. No House deserved some damn attention from his boyfriend!
House abandoned the burnt breakfast food and hobbled off to his bedroom, staring into it as he tried to come up with a way to con attention out of Wilson. It wouldn't be too hard, James was soft and he was especially soft for House. House knew one thing Wilson could never resist, a needy puppy.
That's what led House to where he was now, sitting on the couch with his collar crudely wrapped around his neck and muzzle loose around his face. His hands pawing at the sticky mess of his needy cock, he bit his lip and whined at the feather light touches from his own hands, his breath was hot and needy. A light twitch from his dick indicated what he was both praying for and dreading. “Jesus…hurry up Wilson.” He panted, eyes moving between the door and his cock. Another desperate whine spilled from his lips, the kind of whine he'd never let anyone but his lover hear. His fun was, thankfully, interrupted by the turning of keys and a weary sigh from his partner behind the door.
“House? I'm back, I was thinking of just ordering in food and maybe having a- woah! Jesus, it's the middle of the day what the hell has gotten into you!” Wilson spluttered and just as fast as the door opened and he slipped into their small apartment it was shut and locked so no one else could see inside. Much to both his surprise and somewhat his delight there sat House with his hand wrapped around his leaking and aching dick. The muzzle half on, half off by this point his collar a little looser than Wilson would've put it but that wasn't the point right now. His jaw dropped when the only response that came from his lover was a soft and needy whimper. He was so fucked. House knew him far too well.
“Oh puppy, look at you.” Wilson muttered, shrugging off his coat and pulling off his tie, he began to step towards House. James unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt before settling beside his puppy again. “Oh gosh look at you, your muzzles all askew hun.” he says softly. Wilson’s voice was tender and caring, he reached over to adjust the way the leather sat on his boyfriend's face. Another needy whimper came from House to show just how badly he needed his lover's touch. “Shhh, I know puppy. I’ll give you what you need in a second, I just need to adjust your muzzle and collar.” Wilson reassured, moving his hands down to tighten the collar.
House whined again, looking over at Wilson with his brows downturned and a desperate infliction in his little whines. He was playing right into what Wilson wanted, even if he wouldn't admit it he could see that flash of arousal glossing over Wilson's eyes and the way he shifted to try and hide his growing erection that was straining against his work pants. “Youre just so desperate for me aren't you? Couldn't even wait till I got home to start, could you?” James teased, fingers just feathering over the dribbling slit of House’s aching cock. House arched up into the touch, jaw falling open as much as it could thanks to the muzzle that had been tightened around his jaw. “Ahh..” He breathed out, eyes screwing shut momentarily before darting over to admire Wilson again. He looked so beautiful like this, eyes dark with want and his touch full of control despite the desperation House could see in his eyes. “Good puppy, letting me touch you like this without growling. Maybe I’ll trust you without your muzzle soon enough.” Wilson praises, his hand moving from the aching red tip down to run a finger along the prominent vein that ran along the underside of his cock.
Wilson reveled in the noises falling from Greg’s lips. With his hand wrapped around the base of his lover's cock, WIlson began to slowly drag it up and down just to hear House's wordless pleas for more. House groaned and moaned, his hips thrusting up to meet Wilson's hand despite the subtle shift in Wilson's glare at him. “What do you think you're doing, puppy?” Wilson murmured, voice low as he stopped his hands movements. “You know you're not supposed to do that, you're already pushing your luck by touching yourself while i was at work, be thankful im even humouring you by letting you get off.” He chided, glaring at House with a look that he only got to see when he'd really pushed his buttons. House tilted his head and let out a dejected whine at Wilson's light scolding and the sudden loss of stimulation where he most needed it.
James hummed a little, clearly satisfied with the desperate state he'd gotten House into, he pouted a little in a mocking sense before he went back to moving his hand, “atta boy, doing so much better for me now that you're listening.” Wilson praised, moving his free hand up to pet his partners gentle grey curls. House whined again from behind his muzzle, eyes glued to the way James’s hand dragged up and down his dick with just enough speed and pressure to please him but not enough to push him over the edge he'd been sitting on only moments ago.
“Jesus Wils-”
James reached up and gently thwacked him on the back of the head, “Bad dog. Puppies dont speak, you should know that by now.” Wilson scolded, his grip getting tighter but the speed stayed agonizingly slow. Gregory groaned, eyes screwing shut. All his concentration was going into trying to be the best boy he could for Wilson so he could get some damn relief. Keep your hips still. Don’t speak. Sit and take it.
Wilson’s hand sped up, his free hand went back to caressing House’s hair. He shifted again, his own straining erection beginning to ache and leak against his slacks. “Gonna be a good boy for me aren't you pup? Make a mess all over my hand like a good bitch huh?” Wilson panted out, his own hips stubbly shifting to try and relieve some of the tension he was feeling in his crotch. “Fuck that’s it, good doggy. Good fucking doggy.” Wilson ground out, hand speeding up just, he tore his eyes away from the way House’s cock twitched and leaked in his hand and instead looked up to look at his face, his beautiful face. He could see the concentration on his eyes and the way his jaw was slacked open, he made no effort to muffle or stop the little and big noises that were coming from him.
With each small twist of Wilson's wrist or shaky jerk, House lost it just a little more, mind clouded over with the pleasure he was being provided with and all because he'd been a good boy just like Wilson had asked, maybe he'd try it again sometime. Probably not.
little , pathetic whimpers turned into loud drawn out howl-like moans. The feeling of James;s hand on his cock was simply becoming too much. His hips shifted, trying to pull back from the stimulation on instinct but that's not what he wanted. House wanted to be good, to blow his load into his lover's palm like he'd pleaded for him to do only moments ago, “Shh, shhh pup, it's all gonna be okay. I've got you, just relax for me, just relax..” Wilson’s voice was soft, his breath was hot and heavy against House’s neck, the reassuring words seemed to calm the squirming pup for a moment. His head lolled back and his hips jutted up, whimpering in a mix of pain and pleasure. A low groan spilled out of his mouth, his eyes screwed shut and breathing coming in hot and heavy pants.
Wilson watched House thrust his hips up to meet the final jerk of his wrist with but nothing but pure pleasure in his eyes. He licked his lip, seeing House's cock twitch and the white pearls of cum begin to dribble out and down onto his hand. “Good boy, such a good boy for me pup.” He hummed, slowly continuing to stroke House in an effort to push him to his limits. “Been waiting all day for that haven't you sweetheart?” Wilson murmured as he pulled his hand back to allow House to catch his breath.
“God that was-” House began but he was cut off by Wilson swatting the nose of his muzzle and uttering another "Puppies don't talk.” as he sat up and grabbed a towel from the little kitchenette and wiped off his hand, “You seriously think I'm just gonna let you off scott free after that little stunt you pulled earlier while I was at work?” Wilson said with a bitter laugh, "Absolutely not, you don't just get to get off and call it a day.” He said simply. James stood above House who remained quiet and seated, Wilson reached his hands back to unbuckle the muzzle that had been sitting on the lower half of his lover's face this whole time, “Now I'm gonna trust you not to bark. Snarl or bite, puppy.” He said simply as he removed the leather from his boyfriend's face and tossed it aside.
While House rubbed and stretched his jaw Wilson stood above him and began to unbuckle his belt with his shaking hands. He never liked letting his pup just how desperate he was for him, it gave House a sense of superiority once he found out just how worked up he'd gotten his owner from the simple act of giving a handjob. As Wilson undid his belt and tossed it aside House downed another dosage of his vicodin, he could see where this was going. Wilson’s voice broke House out of his trace, “Puppy want a treat?” He asked, clicking his fingers and pointing to the patch of carpet in front of him.
Despite the logical side of his mind telling House he should protest on behalf of his bad leg he didn't. House sank to his knees in front of Wilson, looking up at his lover with his best puppy dog eyes, he whined and tilted his head like an excited puppy. Wilson laughed, reaching down and petting the top of House’s head. “Atta boy, so good at listening.” He hummed, unzipping the front of his slacks and peeling back his sticky boxers. James's cock slapped up to his chest and left a sticky wet mark eight by his bellybutton where the leaking tip hit. He groaned in relief now that some of the pressure had been relieved. Wilson gulped slightly and reached a hand down, he stroked himself a few times before looking back down at House and smiling, “Well aren't you all pretty waiting for your treat?” Wilson hummed, he jerked his head up slightly and House opened his mouth, tongue sticking out. Wilson grinned and slowly guided the tip of his dick to sit on House's hot tongue, Wilson groaned slightly as House took him into his mouth. The stimulation was never something he'd gotten used but he never exactly hoped to get used to it. “Good boy..” He whispered, his hands came to rest on the back of House's head to hold him still as his hips slowly pushed further into House's mouth. “Fuuuck…taking it so well puppy, your mouth always feels so good for me.” He whispered, Wilson's hands gently caressed House's hair while he kept up a slow but steady rhythm with his hips.
House kept his eyes focused on Wilson, mesmerized by just how damn good he looked like this, his shirt loose and tie gone, his hair hanging over his face and jaw was slacked open while deep groans pulled themselves out. Wilson ran a hand through his messy hair in an attempt to keep it somewhat tame while “Shit pup, taking me so well.” James muttered, glancing down at House. House's eyes were glassed over, his hands on his thighs, spit was spilling from the sides of his mouth while Wilson sped up the motion of his hips, he went deeper.
House held back a small gap when the tip of Wilson's dick nudged the back of his throat, he closed his eyes before Wilson clicked again and pointed up at himself. House opened his eyes and looked back up at Wilson. Wilson was completely blissed out, “Eyes- fuck, eyes on me pup.” He groaned, pushing House closer to his pelvis. He kept thrusting, hips hammering down his partner's throat and hands tangled into his hair. “Ff-fuck, yeah, fuck thats it puppy.” He groaned, hips grinding against houses face and his head thrown back with pure bliss. “Good boy, good boy. C’mon, you gonna take it for me? Gonna take it like my good boy aren't you?” James was rambling now, hips thrusting fast and hard while House gagged and fluttered around him. He could feel the ache in his bad leg playing up already but he didn't care.
Wilson panted, looking down as tears spilled from House's eyes, his eyes always looked so pretty when he cried. House's bloodshot and tearful gaze seemed to be Wilson’s last straw as his hips stilled and a pathetic cry fell from his lips. House gagged again, James's cock hitting the back of House's throat again as a steady stream of cum pushed itself down Greg’s throat. Wilson pulled out, rubbing his hands over his face. “Swallow it pup.” he commanded simply so House did.
After a moment of catching his breath James peaked out from behind his hands, “You alright?” he asked quietly. House nodded, “Just peachy,” He smiled, Wilson reached a hand down to offer some assistance in helping his boyfriend up. “Let me run you a bath.”