Fic : Later, Seven More Sins
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menolly_auTitle: Later, Seven More Sins
Characters: House/Wilson
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Words: Seven drabbles of 100 words each.
Genre: PWP
Summary: Now that they're together House & Wilson explore the seven sins. Can be considered a follow-up to Seven Sins but really it's just PWP :)
Written for the Seven Deadly Sins challenge. Thanks again to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
damigella_314 for reading and encouragement :)
Gluttony
House surveys the feast laid out before him. There are swirls of chocolate and caramel decorating Wilson, dancing up his body and leading to a cock coated in sauce and dabbed with whipped cream, the final cherry on top is the crowning glory . He starts slowly, lapping with his tongue at the chocolate coated nipples and follows the trail slowly down towards his goal. He sucks and nibbles at the chocolate, tasting Wilson all the way. Reaching the erect cock he plunges straight down on it, his mouth filling with chocolate sauce, cream and Wilson. He licks his lips, delicious!
Envy
As Wilson holds both his own legs bent at the knees and folded up towards his body House feels a moment's envy. He can't do that now, he can't pin Wilson up against a wall and fuck him, he can't kneel on the floor and suck him off. As he enters Wilson and sees the look of blissed out pleasure on his face he realises it doesn't matter what he can't do, Wilson doesn't care. All that mattered is what he can do. He can make Wilson scream his name. So he does.
Wrath
House is nearly there, Wilson is using a vibrating dildo to send waves of pleasure through him with every pulse. He's fucking House with it relentlessly, giving House only brief respites before driving him to further heights. House's cock is engorged, leaking, but Wilson refuses to touch it, he wants House to do all the work, the bastard. He glares angrily at Wilson but Wilson simply smiles and inserts the dildo again, twisting it and doing something to increase the intensity and tipping House over the edge, he comes hard and fast. Damn, he's lost another bet.
Lust
He can't get enough of looking at him. When he watches him writing at his desk, he sees those fingers curled around his cock, gently stroking him, fingering him. When he's sitting across the table at the cafeteria from him, he sees Wilson underneath him, writhing in pleasure as House pumps into him. When he watches him talk he sees those lips wrapped around his cock, swallowing him. When Wilson smiles, House sees him smiling down at him, as he grinds himself against House's groin until they both come.
When Wilson looks at him, House sees love.
Greed
Wilson brushes his entrance with a fingertip and House groans as the finger is quickly withdrawn. He thrusts his hips to give Wilson the right idea but Wilson just laughs softly. A firm hand comes around House's cock and House presses into it, but it too is taken away. House lets out a whine and then the teasing is repeated, the finger in his ass, the hand around his cock, teasing and promising but not enough. Lips brush his and a voice whispers in his ear, 'patience'. House sighs, it's great, he loves it, but he wants more .
Sloth
House lies stretched out messily on their bed, he's stripped down to his boxers but hasn't made it into bed, he's exhausted from a hard case, and his leg is buzzing with pain. Wilson lies down beside him. His strong hands knead House's tired muscles, working out the stress, he works his way slowly from shoulders to spine while House lies languid, unable or unwilling to move. When Wilson's hands dip lower, underneath the elastic of his boxers to cradle his ass House feels his cock rising. Perhaps he is not totally exhausted after all.
Pride
House loves this. He loves that he can bring Wilson so totally undone. Wilson is so often all persona, carefully guarded from the world. Here though, in the bedroom, House can peel back those layers and reveal the true Wilson, the man underneath. As he fucks him Wilson moans and pleads and writhes, there's no pretence here, just raw honesty. When he comes Wilson makes inarticulate sounds of happiness and his face is totally open to him. House takes great pleasure in wringing out every drop of emotion from his lover. When it's over Wilson whispers, 'thank you'.
Characters: House/Wilson
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Words: Seven drabbles of 100 words each.
Genre: PWP
Summary: Now that they're together House & Wilson explore the seven sins. Can be considered a follow-up to Seven Sins but really it's just PWP :)
Written for the Seven Deadly Sins challenge. Thanks again to
damigella_314 for reading and encouragement :)Gluttony
House surveys the feast laid out before him. There are swirls of chocolate and caramel decorating Wilson, dancing up his body and leading to a cock coated in sauce and dabbed with whipped cream, the final cherry on top is the crowning glory . He starts slowly, lapping with his tongue at the chocolate coated nipples and follows the trail slowly down towards his goal. He sucks and nibbles at the chocolate, tasting Wilson all the way. Reaching the erect cock he plunges straight down on it, his mouth filling with chocolate sauce, cream and Wilson. He licks his lips, delicious!
Envy
As Wilson holds both his own legs bent at the knees and folded up towards his body House feels a moment's envy. He can't do that now, he can't pin Wilson up against a wall and fuck him, he can't kneel on the floor and suck him off. As he enters Wilson and sees the look of blissed out pleasure on his face he realises it doesn't matter what he can't do, Wilson doesn't care. All that mattered is what he can do. He can make Wilson scream his name. So he does.
Wrath
House is nearly there, Wilson is using a vibrating dildo to send waves of pleasure through him with every pulse. He's fucking House with it relentlessly, giving House only brief respites before driving him to further heights. House's cock is engorged, leaking, but Wilson refuses to touch it, he wants House to do all the work, the bastard. He glares angrily at Wilson but Wilson simply smiles and inserts the dildo again, twisting it and doing something to increase the intensity and tipping House over the edge, he comes hard and fast. Damn, he's lost another bet.
Lust
He can't get enough of looking at him. When he watches him writing at his desk, he sees those fingers curled around his cock, gently stroking him, fingering him. When he's sitting across the table at the cafeteria from him, he sees Wilson underneath him, writhing in pleasure as House pumps into him. When he watches him talk he sees those lips wrapped around his cock, swallowing him. When Wilson smiles, House sees him smiling down at him, as he grinds himself against House's groin until they both come.
When Wilson looks at him, House sees love.
Greed
Wilson brushes his entrance with a fingertip and House groans as the finger is quickly withdrawn. He thrusts his hips to give Wilson the right idea but Wilson just laughs softly. A firm hand comes around House's cock and House presses into it, but it too is taken away. House lets out a whine and then the teasing is repeated, the finger in his ass, the hand around his cock, teasing and promising but not enough. Lips brush his and a voice whispers in his ear, 'patience'. House sighs, it's great, he loves it, but he wants more .
Sloth
House lies stretched out messily on their bed, he's stripped down to his boxers but hasn't made it into bed, he's exhausted from a hard case, and his leg is buzzing with pain. Wilson lies down beside him. His strong hands knead House's tired muscles, working out the stress, he works his way slowly from shoulders to spine while House lies languid, unable or unwilling to move. When Wilson's hands dip lower, underneath the elastic of his boxers to cradle his ass House feels his cock rising. Perhaps he is not totally exhausted after all.
Pride
House loves this. He loves that he can bring Wilson so totally undone. Wilson is so often all persona, carefully guarded from the world. Here though, in the bedroom, House can peel back those layers and reveal the true Wilson, the man underneath. As he fucks him Wilson moans and pleads and writhes, there's no pretence here, just raw honesty. When he comes Wilson makes inarticulate sounds of happiness and his face is totally open to him. House takes great pleasure in wringing out every drop of emotion from his lover. When it's over Wilson whispers, 'thank you'.
