Mulitple pairing drabbles. Kiptripsyc requested some House Alvie and some House Lucas. So I thought what the heck. NC-17 PWP.

House & Lucas

“If I didn’t know any better,” he murmurs, “I’d say no one’s touched you in a really long time.”

You take a step back, because you can feel the warmth of his breath on your neck. Somehow that makes you think he’s standing too close. He quickly closes the gap between you. You’re not sure what he’s doing. But you half expect to get mauled. Instead he brings his hand to your face and gently caresses the back of it along your jaw bone.

You swallow and close your eyes for a second. It has been a long time since you’ve been touched, really touched, touched like this.

“That’s not right,” he adds, reading your mind. He grazes his knuckles along your cheek, sweeping the pad of his thumb across your lips. Your cock stiffens behind the tight cotton and denim that are trapping it. A second ago you wanted to get away from him and now you find yourself wondering how the hell he’s planning to finish this.

He nods towards the couch. Clearly he has no expectations of you. All he wants is for you to be there. You feel handpicked, selected. Somehow he was able to just look at you and tell how much you need this.

He spreads you apart, your arms and legs. He coaxes you out of your shirt, kisses your chest, gives each nipple a swipe with his tongue and then pries open your jeans. The head of your dick finds his mouth with no problem, and gets sucked inside.

He handles you with all the grace of a woman. You cannot detect the sensation of the stubble on his face, only the soft wetness of his swollen lips, and the slickness of his tongue and teeth. You think this just might last a while, until he begins to deep throat you and you come with an intensity that makes you shake.

“That’s not right,” he says again, in reference to nothing in particular. You're suddenly too lightheaded to think or speak. So you just nod as he licks you clean.

House & Alvie

“This feels good?” He asks. It’s obvious that he’s inexperienced. But his eagerness to please you more than makes up for it. He's been nothing but eager to please you, pretty much since the moment you met.

His hands are delicate, wide, flat palms and long fingers, almost made for music. He’s slickened them with spit and is now working out a gentle rhythm along the length of your penis. He’s otherwise silent. But you’re certain that he’s moving to the percussion in his head.

You don’t know why you’re letting him do this. Maybe because you’re unbelievably horny. Maybe because you kind of like him too. Maybe because he looks at you like you’re all that and a bag of chips, and it’s been a while since anyone has made you feel quite so wanted and important.

“Mmm.” You tilt your head back, when he increases the strength of his grip. You’re certain that you’re just seconds from coming. But talking will only ruin it. So you wait it out. Your eyes are half mast, your mouth hanging open. You’re making that face, that oh my God this is incredible face. And you’re wondering how this kid, who is probably a virgin and has never touched his own dick, let alone someone else’s, is making you feel like this. You're curious how much further he'll let you go, how quiet he can be, if you could procure some lubricant or whether or not he could withstand a pounding.

He doesn’t flinch when you come, just keeps pumping, smearing the hot ejaculate along the shaft of your cock. You start to twitch when it becomes too sensitive to bear, gently pulling away. You don’t know what he’s expecting of you -maybe some kind of reciprocation or maybe nothing. But you preoccupy yourself with peeling off your t-shirt and wiping up the mess.

He leans in and kisses you on the lips, keeping his mouth closed. It’s like he’s waiting for you to show him that it’s okay. Except you’re not sure that it is. Mutual masturbation is one thing. Making out is another. But he’s so sweet to you, clearly worships the ground you walk on. And the euphoria of that lasts long enough, that you allow him to ease his tongue past your teeth.

“Can we do this again?” He asks, when he pulls away. You think about it a moment, before nodding. You have no idea how long you’re going to be stuck here. But you could sure as hell get used to this.

House & Lydia

You ignore the voice in your head that tells you there’s something unbelievably Freudian about the comfort you get from suckling her breasts. You don't care what it means. Because you need that comfort right now. She’s half your size. But if you could crawl into her arms, you would.

You wrap your hands around her, wrists pulled tight against her back, your fingertips gently crawling the length of her spine, anything to keep her from seeing your face. It’s not normal to cry like this, not over something so good. But you’re feeling so many things right now, that you can’t help it. You’re seeing every lover, every good thing that never lasted, and experiencing the pain of every individual wound.

“Just hold me,” you whisper, not caring how lame you sound. You know this isn’t going to last. But right now, there’s a warm and loving body here and you want to enjoy it.