I know this is a short update, but I am in the middle of recommendatio-letter-writing hell and I have to focus on that, before I can get back to the good stuff!
The clothes had been strewn haphazardly around the room, and they were in bed exploring one another with abandon. They continued where they left off, House fighting for dominance; his hardness pressing against Wilson's, his hands exploring Wilson's body, his mouth searching. Wilson bucked at the friction and managed to flip and maneuver House off of him so they were lying on the bed facing each other. "Slower," gasped Wilson. "Or it will be over way too soon." House understood and once again explored Wilson's mouth with his tongue.
House's hands headed south, cupping Wilson's balls, softly stroking them. Wilson tensed and relaxed all at the same time, and began to slowly stroke House's hard and leaking member. House moaned at the touch and pressed forward to kiss Wilson. Years of repressed passion engulfed them, fueled them on. Each of them touching one another, kissing sloppily, as they bucked and groaned at each other's touches and strokes lost in each other. Moments later, the passion came to a climax, and they brought one another to simultaneous ecstasy.
Now sticky, they rested, panting, until their breathing returned finally to normal. It only took a moment for Wilson to realize House had fallen asleep. Exhausted from the day, Wilson thought. He smiled, and got up to find a washcloth to clean them both off.