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"Just like that. A little more roughness wouldn't hurt. He likes it rough." Wilson's voice is calm yet no less full of authority as it carries his instructions to the two individuals occupying the bed.
House, with his hands by his sides gripping the sheets tightly. Chase, with his right hand gripping House's cock tightly.
They're both sweating, House more so. His breathing is laboured, and he's trying his hardest not to hurry Chase because Wilson hasn't said he could. But fucking hell if he doesn't want to.
Chase's hand tightens up even further in its grip as its movement speeds up. The friction is a little dry and a little painful but Wilson knows House likes it so. It helps distract him from his leg.
House's teeth are grinding and his jaw is tensing to hold back the sounds threatening to escape. It's humiliating enough to get ordered around by Wilson in front of Chase in the privacy of their bedroom. Exposing the dynamic of their relationship in a way no one's known about before. Sure, he agreed to this whole thing but he's a hypocrite, sue him.
Despite his best efforts not to make it obvious, Wilson's damned 'House is embarrassed' radar means he picks up on it and decides to hand Chase all the keys to House's weaknesses on a sliver plate.
"You're doing very well, Chase, but I think you can do better. C'mon, I'll give you a chance to guess where one of House's weakest spots is." There's a smug quality to Wilson's voice when he speaks again, and as annoying as House finds it to be, as hot as it is.
Throughout all of this Chase has kept a steady pace, ignoring the ache building in his hand and arm in favor of focusing on finding this weak spot Wilson speaks of. He brings his hand up and back down, twists his wrist at the up swing, massages under the head with his thumb, goes back to fondle his balls and just try his best to drive House insane.
And if the shallow breaths and the sounds slipping begrudgingly from House's lips are anything to go by? He's getting pretty close. But there's something he's missing. It then occurs to him what that something might be, of course!
He brings he hand back up, swirls his thumb over the head, gathers some of the precum that's been flowing freely for a while, pooling in every nook and cranny it can,and uses it to ease the tip of his thumb inside House's slit to massage and prod at what he hopes to be House's weakness.
House gasps and twists and turns on the bed to no avail, Chase's hand won't leave his poor cock be. He finally whines as he arches his back off the bed, going a little cross-eyed from the overwhelming pleasure. He's been practically edged this whole time Wilson was guiding Chase as he slowly learned the ropes. But now he was being assaulted with one wave of pleasure after the other and his brain was turning to mush, nerves short-circuiting from the sudden contrast.
"Very good Chase! I knew you had it in you to find it. Now, there's another weak spot that House has, but this time, I'll give you a hint" Wilson's 'hint' being the bottle of lube he has stashed next to him. He takes the bottle and causally puts it next to Chase.
Chase stares owlishly at the item for a second before he picks it up. He knew exactly what to do.
Taking his hand off of House, Chase ignores House's whine of disappointment and opens up the bottle of lube to pour some on his fingers. He moves from his place on House's right to sitting in between his legs, but before he can do anything, Wilson gives him another hint.
"You might want to raise up his hips, it'll make it easier on you and more comfortable for him" he hands Chase a pillow as he says so and watches as he puts it under House's hips, putting Chase in a clear view of his hole, pink and quivering a bit with all the attention put on it.
Chase would think it's cute if he wasn't so turned on he feels like he'll faint. He can only imagine the agony House must be in.
Chase gets moving before his nerves get the better of him and with ample care has his finger all the way in. He can feel the way House's walls pulse around him as tries to stay still, see the sweat building on House's forehead drip down his temple, hear the breathy moans House at this point gave up on holding back.
He can also sense the way Wilson's gaze sits heavy on him and House, the tent in his slacks the only evidence of his arousal making it more than clear how much he's enjoying the show.
Chase returns his focus to House, squirming underneath him and not so subtly trying to fuck himself on Chase's finger. So, Chase wastes no more time and moves said finger.
He goes slow at first to get a feel for it, and after a few minutes he gets more confident and adds another finger, scissoring his two fingers and opening House up.
Chase returns his other hand to stroke House's cock and he goes back to prodding at his slit and massaging under his head. He adds a third finger to House's entrance. Once he has all three of his fingers inside to the last knuckle, he finds House's prostate and rubs against it.
Meanwhile House has become a complete mess, babbling incoherently, begging for more and yet pleading for the pressure on his prostate to lessen, to give his frayed nerves a break. Of course, none of it comes out as any legible words and is thus ignored.
Wilson is no better, palming himself through his tight slacks as he watches Chase pull House apart. There's something undeniably hot about the whole thing. Something about watching someone else make House feel good under his command gives him a feel of power unlike any other. He can feel his peak coming and decides it's time to finish this.
"Chase, don't lift your fingers off his prostate, press as hard as possible. Jerk him off as fast as you can. Make him come." A whimper sounds in the room and Wilson can't tell if it's coming from House or Chase.
Chase, ever the
Wilson
People pleaser that he is, sets to do as he's told. He pushes his fingers inside House as hard as he can, and moves his other hand as fast as he can, digging the tip of his thumb inside his slit every few strokes. And House writhes under him.
Before he can even gather the words to warn them he's coming all over his stomach and chest. Spurt after spurt shooting out of his cock as he wails, drowning in pleasure.
But Chase doesn't stop, Wilson hasn't told him to stop yet, and no amount of whining on House's part from the overstimulation gets him to even consider stopping.
But Wilson is a bit busy reaching his own climax to care right now. Only after the waves of pleasure recede does he open his previously closed eyes. And the sight that greets him is delicious .
House is outright crying tear tracks down the sides of his cheeks, his hands clutching weakly at Chase's forearms. Hiccups escape him as his muscles convulse with the fire going through his veins.
And Chase- Chase looks like he's in a trance, unable to take his eye off of House. A suspicious wet spot darkening his trousers as it spreads further and further-
Did he come completely untouched?
That's definitely something Wilson plans on taking advantage of next time, but for now, he needs to wrap this up.
"Chase? Chase. You can stop now." With those words Chase seems to snap back to reality. His hands still before they are removed very gently from House's body.
"I want you to help me clean House up, and then we can go to sleep" is Wilson's last order for the night.
Half an Hour later House lay on his back fast asleep with Wilson to his right and Chase to his left.
All three have a very satisfying night of sleep.