House pushes him further, takes him past his limits, and Chase breaks, because there's nothing else he can do. He can't move, can't pull away, and House isn't stopping, and there's a sob that's almost a scream, rough against his throat and tears are hot and wet on his cheeks and he's whimpering, until noise shifts into words. A litany of pleasepleaseplease. Everything crumbles and he doesn't know up from down, doesn't know anything except for that fundamental truth that he needs House. He always has, even if he's tried to deny it for years now, ever since that one time where it seemed like House pushed him to it just to know, didn't really care, didn't really want him, and that hurt more than he's ever admitted to.

But that doesn't matter anymore. Nothing else matters anymore, except that House is so close he can hear his breath, feel him in that electricity of proximity and he's shaking in the binding of the ropes. It feels, ridiculously, as if House's knots are all that's holding him together. As if without them he'd literally fall apart in pieces. He's raw and broken and honest in a way that he's never been because no one's ever taken him this far before.

"Please, Greg, please.." His voice a whimper, and broken as he is, he still remembers to use his first name. Something that the other man set as a precedent, and names and titles are too important in scenes and it sticks in his head somewhere, even though thinking feels like it's beyond him. "I need you, need you to fuck me, please, I--" He's babbling, incoherent, begging because he needs this, he always has and there's a whimper in how his breath catches.

"Please."