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He’s alone in the elevator when he gets the first couple of texts.
This picture is meant for my boyfriend James Evan Wilson.
If you’re not my boyfriend James Evan Wilson you should ignore it.
Wilson giggles at the screen, but when the picture comes through it takes his breath away.
It’s clearly taken at a mirror, showing House from the back, his ass pushed back enticingly and his gorgeous long legs ever so slightly parted. The photo cuts off at House’s waist.
House’s wearing the baby blue lace panties Wilson got for their first anniversary months ago, the ones Wilson knows bring out his eyes. He’s not wearing anything else.
You’re not as funny as you think you are.
Excuse you, I’m fucking hilarious.
You’re lucky you’re pretty.
Yeah?
Tell me about it.
Fortunately, it’s after hours and the hospital is empty, so no one’s looking over Wilson’s shoulder as he texts House while walking to his office. But this isn’t his first rodeo, he knows to lock the door and close the shades before hanging his white coat and sitting down at his desk.
Your ass is a sight in those panties, babygirl.
I wanna eat you up.
My mouth’s watering just thinking about it.
You should come home.
I’m waiting on test results.
Which is true, unfortunately. Of a biopsy he performed early on a tumor he’s confident is not cancerous. Nevertheless the whole extended family of a 3 year old girl is camping out at the hospital’s waiting room, so Wilson put a rush order on the analysis and promised to tell them as soon as he knew anything.
Another hour to go.
I wish I was there instead.
What would you do?
Keep the panties on.
I’d press you against the wall.
So you could feel my cock against your ass.
You make me so hard, babydoll.
Would you fuck me against the wall?
No.
I’d kiss your neck.
You know the spot?
Bet I could get you moaning my name.
I would.
I am.
Daddy, please.
Please what?
Can I take them off?
Hmmm.
No.
I’d squeeze your tits.
Pinch your nipples.
Can you do that for me, sweet boy?
I’m doing it.
Feels so good, daddy.
Yeah?
That little cock of yours chubbing up yet?
I’m soaking my panties.
Show me.
It takes a few moments for the next picture to come through.
All for you, daddy.
House’s in bed now, on his back. The picture’s taken from his perspective as he looks down at his body. Wilson can see miles and miles of House’s beautiful chest hair, his nipples standing out amongst it, red and swollen from being pinched.
The panties are still firmly in place, although the bulge in them is unmistakable and, sure enough, there’s a wet spot where House must be leaking at the tip.
Holy fuck, House’s delicious. Wilson has to adjust his posture to get some relief on his erection. It doesn’t quite work, but it’ll do for now.
First, he needs to tease House. Give him the sweet torture he so enjoys.
Then Wilson can get himself off.
All in due time.
You’ve been so good for me, babyboy.
Keeping the panties on.
You can take them off now.
Thank you, daddy.
There’s lube on the side table.
Can you get it for your daddy?
Got it.
Slick up a finger for me, my sweet girl.
Just one.
Yes, daddy.
Bring it around yourself.
Tease your hole with it.
Slowly, okay?
Don’t rush it now.
Please.
Please what?
I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me what it is.
Can I push it inside?
You can do anything you want, babydoll.
But you want to make your daddy happy, don’t you?
Yes.
Always.
Then there are things you may not do.
Fuck you.
May I insert my finger in my ass, O great grammar wiz?
You may.
Fuck.
It’s so tight.
I know you are.
Always so tight for me.
Just for you.
Damn right.
How does that feel?
Good.
Perfect.
Small.
You may add another finger, then.
I know that sweet hole’s too greedy for just one.
Thank you, daddy.
You’re welcome, babygirl.
Always so polite when you’re getting fucked.
I love that.
I love you too.
“Fuck!” Wilson shivers. He has to spread his legs further apart, but that doesn’t help either.
Sometimes he doesn’t know if he’s the one playing House or if House’s the one playing him.
Sometimes he doesn’t want to find out.
Scissor your fingers for me, my love.
Get that little hole nice and stretched for your daddy’s cock.
Will you fuck me, daddy?
Only if you’re very very good.
Will you be good for me, my sweet boy?
So good.
I’m gonna be so good for you, daddy.
Prove it.
Add a third finger.
What do you say?
Thank you, daddy.
You fuck me so good, daddy.
There’s my good girl.
Can you reach your prostate like this?
No.
I can’t.
Please, daddy, I need you.
I’ve got you, babydoll.
Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.
I’ll take good care of you.
Get your plug from the bedside table.
The vibrating one.
Got it.
Well done.
Slick it up.
And push it inside you.
Remember this is a big one, kitten.
Go slow.
I don’t want you to hurt yourself.
I’ll be good.
I know you will.
It’s in.
I feel so full, daddy.
Yeah?
Show me.
This time, the picture takes a long time to arrive. Wilson imagines House finding the right angle to show him what he wants to see.
Property of James Wilson.
House’s still on the bed, but he’s moved so that he can capture himself in the mirror. His legs are open and slightly bent at the knees, the base of the plug in his ass obvious. His neglected cock is resting gently on his belly.
He looks wrecked. Debauched. Needy.
Wilson can’t take it anymore.
Then again, just because Wilson’s giving in it doesn’t mean House’ll have it easy. He props his phone up on his desk and makes sure the framing is right before pressing ‘record.’
“Hey, babydoll.” He says sultrily as he leans back on his chair. “You’ve been so very good for me, I think you deserve a treat.”
Slowly, Wilson unbuttons his shirt. He plays it off like a strip tease, but, really, experience has taught him that it’s better to minimize the splash zone while he still has his wits about him.
“I’ll tell you what.” He smiles sweetly as he lowers the zipper on his pants. “I’ll even let you touch yourself.” The boxers are quickly pushed out of the way as well and Wilson licks his hand before wrapping it around himself. “Turn on your plug and stroke that pretty cock for me, sweet girl. Make yourself feel good.”
Knowing he’s not gonna last long, Wilson forces himself to go slow. To put on a show for House.
He wasn’t lying, his babydoll really does deserve it.
“Look so goddamn beautiful in those panties.” Wilson says between labored breaths, never looking away from the camera. From House. “I was in the elevator when I got your first picture, you know? Had to rush to my office before I embarrassed myself.”
Spit isn’t quite doing it anymore (it never was a good form of lubrication), so Wilson reaches with his free hand to get the lube from his desk drawer and drizzle it onto his cock. That’s much better, he moans at the smooth slide.
“And that plug in your ass.” His grip tightens instinctively as he remembers that gorgeous photo. House looks so goddamn sexy, it should be illegal. “You’d be so tight around me, wouldn’t you, my sweet boy?”
Wilson groans as his mind provides the perfect image of himself added to that photo, braced on top of House. The plug gone and replaced by Wilson’s cock as he fucks gently into his lover. His House.
“God, you’re all mine .” He smiles proudly at the camera, even as his hand’s moving faster and faster. “I still can’t believe it. I’m so fucking lucky.”
Back in the fantasy, House’s begging for him: ‘Please, daddy’ and ‘I need you, daddy.’
“Fuck, yes.” Wilson’s losing his rhythm. “Perfect boy.” He doesn’t allow himself to look away, no matter how much his eyes want to roll to the back of his head. “Babygirl.” So fucking close. “ House.”
Wilson’s orgasm is all-consuming, he barely even manages to keep milking himself through it. It leaves him breathless and sweaty and happy.
“I hope you enjoyed the show, sweetheart.” He gives House a soft smile once he’s gotten his thoughts back. “I love you a lot.” Wilson blows a kiss at the camera before ending the video. He triple checks the text recipient before finally sending it.
As he waits for House to watch the recording, Wilson cleans himself up. He wipes cum off his belly with Kleenex from his desk and puts his clothes to rights. As much as he can, anyway. The final result is far from perfect.
Please.
?
Can I come?
Wilson smirks.
You can do anything you set your mind to.
Bastard.
MAY I come?
That’s no way to talk to your daddy, babydoll.
You may not come.
I’m sorry.
Fuck.
I’m so sorry, daddy.
Please let me come.
I need you.
No.
Daddy, please.
It’s alright, sweet boy.
I’ll make you come when I get home.
Promise?
I promise you, my sweet girl.
What about I ride that cute little cock of yours, huh?
Would you like that?
Daddy.
Will you lick my pussy?
Please?
If that’s what you want, babyboy.
Of course I will.
You know I love the taste of your cunt.
Do you want to come on my tongue?
Yes, please.
Thank you, daddy.
It’s my pleasure, kitten.
I’ll make you feel so—
Wilson’s interrupted by an email notification: the biopsy results he’s been waiting for. He opens it straight away and is happy to find the analysis was negative for cancer.
Today really couldn’t get any better.
I gotta go now.
Test results are here.
Play with your toy until I get there, okay?
Keep that precious little cock hard for your daddy.
I’ll be home soon.
I love you, House.
Wilson doesn’t wait for a response before putting his phone away, shrugging on his white coat and marching out of his office.
He has good news to deliver.
He has a needy boyfriend to get home to.