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Gradual by Nakeno and Recrudescence (NC-17)
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: House/Wilson
Author(s) on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nakeno and recrudescence
Authors' website:open_24_hrs
Why this must be read: This fic was written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
get_house_laid (wonderful 'fest btw) which is basically a smut fest devoted to - you guessed it, getting House laid. And this fic does that admirably. The prompt was that House bottoms for the first time. The authors ran with that prompt and wrote 5,000+ words of House/Wilson smut.
This fic is pure sex - start to finish. It's hot, twisty and wonderful. By the end of it, you're begging for it just as much as House is. The language is sensual and beautiful, bringing the reader along for a ride that leaves you breathless. This fic does not back away from the shame House feels for wanting it, the inherent *need* that he can't surpress. It also doesn't back away from the actual event - the ups and downs of a first time fuck.
Slowslowly, nothing abrupt. A gradual…thing…that starts off during a blowjob. Wilson's wandering finger andheynownow. No.
“N—.” Being a grandstander for a moment because that’s what he does; doesn’t matter that it’s involuntary this time.
"Mmmphhfft?" Wide-eyed, dark glint of pupils. Wilson doesn’t even miss a beat.
A jerk and a blink and hips shifting away, but that mouth-- God, that mouth-- tightening around him and that deep, damp suction increasing, leaving him to groan and clutch at too-neat locks of hair. Brow furrowing, glancing down at Jimmy there and his mouth opening and closing, swallowing around a protest because, well, hell, it's just a finger... a slick, for-now-just-rubbing finger, and, aside from the prostate, that is where a lot of the nerves reside, right there in those tight clenches of muscle at the opening. It's not really pleasant, but it's not really unpleasant, and he's hardly going to argue with the suction of that erotically obscene mouth being dirtily, thrillingly audible.
He’s not so stuck in his ways as to preclude bouts of adventurousness. And, admittedly, eventually fine with a finger—hello, prostate—just…not seeing the need for anything larger. Maybe not liking the finger at first, but yeah, there’re Wilson’s well-honed wiles to blame for bringing him over to the dark side. Years of practice, and it’s nothing so horrible that House isn’t feeling magnanimous enough to let him win this round.
Until a couple weeks later, when Wilson tries to slip in a second one and that, that, brothers and sisters, just does not fly.
Gradual
Pairing: House/Wilson
Author(s) on LJ:
nakeno and recrudescenceAuthors' website:
open_24_hrsWhy this must be read: This fic was written for
get_house_laid (wonderful 'fest btw) which is basically a smut fest devoted to - you guessed it, getting House laid. And this fic does that admirably. The prompt was that House bottoms for the first time. The authors ran with that prompt and wrote 5,000+ words of House/Wilson smut. This fic is pure sex - start to finish. It's hot, twisty and wonderful. By the end of it, you're begging for it just as much as House is. The language is sensual and beautiful, bringing the reader along for a ride that leaves you breathless. This fic does not back away from the shame House feels for wanting it, the inherent *need* that he can't surpress. It also doesn't back away from the actual event - the ups and downs of a first time fuck.
Slowslowly, nothing abrupt. A gradual…thing…that starts off during a blowjob. Wilson's wandering finger andheynownow. No.
“N—.” Being a grandstander for a moment because that’s what he does; doesn’t matter that it’s involuntary this time.
"Mmmphhfft?" Wide-eyed, dark glint of pupils. Wilson doesn’t even miss a beat.
A jerk and a blink and hips shifting away, but that mouth-- God, that mouth-- tightening around him and that deep, damp suction increasing, leaving him to groan and clutch at too-neat locks of hair. Brow furrowing, glancing down at Jimmy there and his mouth opening and closing, swallowing around a protest because, well, hell, it's just a finger... a slick, for-now-just-rubbing finger, and, aside from the prostate, that is where a lot of the nerves reside, right there in those tight clenches of muscle at the opening. It's not really pleasant, but it's not really unpleasant, and he's hardly going to argue with the suction of that erotically obscene mouth being dirtily, thrillingly audible.
He’s not so stuck in his ways as to preclude bouts of adventurousness. And, admittedly, eventually fine with a finger—hello, prostate—just…not seeing the need for anything larger. Maybe not liking the finger at first, but yeah, there’re Wilson’s well-honed wiles to blame for bringing him over to the dark side. Years of practice, and it’s nothing so horrible that House isn’t feeling magnanimous enough to let him win this round.
Until a couple weeks later, when Wilson tries to slip in a second one and that, that, brothers and sisters, just does not fly.
Gradual