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Wilson enters his and House’s shared bedroom to find his boyfriend sitting back against the headboard, pouring over the files of the case he was currently working on. James perches on the bed next to him and places a hand on House’s thigh. Initiating intimacy was always a risk in their relationship.
When they had started dating, Wilson had already known that House had almost no interest in sex at all, despite the persona he tried to keep up with his crude jokes and open purchase of prostitutional services, though Wilson knew House only paid them for massages. Beyond that, House spent most of his life in constant pain.
If he was in a sex neutral mood, he would usually acquiesce to James’s desires, understanding well enough that Wilson had needs, even if House did not. Though, if his leg was giving him extra grief, House would be very much sex negative and would sometimes snap at James to get away from him. At least Wilson could confidently say that House was not dating him because he was an easy shag.
Today, though, House seems neutral. He doesn’t react to the touch, so James takes it as a ‘go-ahead’ (which is usually the closest thing to an affirmative he can get). James moves to straddle House’s good leg, and cups the older man’s face, rubbing the pad of his thumb along the stubble at his jaw.
James pulls House into a soft kiss, letting his lips move against the older man’s gently. He sucked on House’s lower lip, pushing his tongue into the other man’s mouth. James lets his hand drift down to House’s crotch. He was soft, which James had expected.
Wilson breaks the kiss and moves his mouth to latch onto House’s neck instead, still rubbing the front of his boyfriend’s pants.
“You need me to do anything?” House asked, letting James continue his work. James simply hummed a negative response. He had always been more of a giver anyway.
Wilson moved himself off of House’s lap and let the older man get back to his research as he settled himself between House’s legs. House lifts the file without having to be asked so that James can get access to the zipper of his trousers.
Wilson opens the front of House’s trousers and wraps his hand around the older man’s soft cock. He starts slow and gentle, knowing how uncomfortable it will be until House gets hard.
His dick finally begins to rise to attention and James gives it a few more tugs before wrapping his mouth around the head. House didn’t react at all, and in a very kinky way, James really liked that.
James pulled off with an obscene ‘pop’, taking a moment to simply admire the sight of his boyfriend’s cock dripping in Wilson’s saliva. He looked up at House as he took him back into his hot mouth.
House simply continued reading the file, his eyes betraying nothing. Fuck, James was almost painfully hard at this point. He allowed himself to start slowly rocking his hips against the bed underneath him as he sucked House’s dick.
Wilson tapped House’s hand wordlessly, and House got the hint. He placed his hand on Wilson’s head and gripped his hair, pulling gently. James’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out countless little whimpering moans around House’s cock, his own hips beginning to hump more feverishly.
House’s breathing was starting to get heavy, though James had no idea if it was real or not. Sometimes, House pretended to feel pleasure in these situations. James knew it was entirely for the younger man’s benefit, and he honestly really appreciated the effort from the usually stoic man.
Wilson managed to focus his eyes again and saw that House was still reading the file. The sight of his boyfriend; face slightly flushed, panting, one hand fisted in his hair, and totally ignoring him; was enough to make Wilson cum right then. His hips stuttered as he spilled into his underwear. House looked down at him with a smirk at the sight of James, lips still wrapped around House’s cock, now breathless and satisfied.
Wilson blinked up at House slowly before swallowing around his boyfriend’s cock and continuing to suck.
“Speed up, I’m close” House mumbled, his attention obviously still on the file. Wilson obeyed, bobbing his head at a quicker pace, needed to make House feel as good as he did. “Fuck– James– ahh” House moaned as he spilled down Wilson’s throat. That one was fake, Wilson knew for sure, but it’s the thought that counts.
James swallows all of his boyfriend’s cum greedily, savouring the taste and ensuring he had every last drop before pulling off slowly. Wilson sat up and moved to kiss House again, but was stopped by his hand.
“You just sucked my dick, I don’t want to kiss you,” House looked at Wilson incredulously.
“What?” Wilson laughed.
“That's nasty. You watch too much porn,” House said, shoving James playfully.