Chase usually comes apart at the end of a scene, but it's never been like this, where he just loses his grip on everything. There are usually at least some walls left, not to mention that grip on where he is, what's happening. The kink just takes away the problems, the stress, makes it so that he can cope, so that he can breathe in his own skin. This is that and more. It's what he'd been chasing when he was in the scene, and the reason that he'd eventually fallen out of it, his inability to find what he was looking for, no one that was willing to push him far enough without a safeword, and Chase couldn't take anything seriously that involved safewords.
He's delirious; if he was thinking, he's know what a bad idea what he wants is, but he can't help it. All he can focus on is how much he wants this, how much he needs House, need him to be fucking him already, and how his finger isn't enough. He wants his cock, both for the feeling, and how it's thicker, presses deeper, and there's a different feeling to being fucked compared to being fingered, and right now he needs the former. He needs it, but House is the more coherent of the two, enough to know what a bad idea it is, even as Chase begs him for it. When House can't manage two fingers, it all but proves his point, what a bad idea House just fucking him would have been.
When House tells him to behave Chase quiets with a soft whimper, his protest there in the sound that he makes, though it turns into a sharp cry when House swats at him ass. The force of it is gentle, but it still lights up his nerves. He's been just settling into the feeling of it, the lack of further stimulation making it slowly start to quiet. It's almost a sob, and he can't help the noises that he makes, how he jerks against the rope, tense with desire.
But at that threat, he quiets, goes as still as he can possibly manage. He's trying to behave, which honestly he's usually fairly bad at in a scene with other people, but House is different. He's always listened, always asks how high when he tells him to jump. And even as much as he needs to move, needs more, he tries to relax, stay still and behave. He needs House to fuck him. It feels like he'll just lose everything all together if he doesn't. He likes the feeling of his fingers, though. It's still pleasure, still feels good, a counterpoint against the sting of his ass and the tops of his thighs as House scissors his two digits.
He shakes, trembling, vocalizing soft noises as House stretches him open slowly, up to three fingers, and they're so close, it tests his patience, which Chase is honestly not good at in the best of circumstances and right now he's too overwhelmed. But House shushes him, tells him he's doing good, his voice soft and encouraging, and it makes him smile weakly, hold on a little longer. As much as House has always pushed instead of rewarded, Chase does respond well to encouragement. He stays still, relaxes, tries to lean his legs more into the rope to give House a smidge more space. He's trying to be good, trying so hard.
This is all he can do, and even still he's fraying.
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He's delirious; if he was thinking, he's know what a bad idea what he wants is, but he can't help it. All he can focus on is how much he wants this, how much he needs House, need him to be fucking him already, and how his finger isn't enough. He wants his cock, both for the feeling, and how it's thicker, presses deeper, and there's a different feeling to being fucked compared to being fingered, and right now he needs the former. He needs it, but House is the more coherent of the two, enough to know what a bad idea it is, even as Chase begs him for it. When House can't manage two fingers, it all but proves his point, what a bad idea House just fucking him would have been.
When House tells him to behave Chase quiets with a soft whimper, his protest there in the sound that he makes, though it turns into a sharp cry when House swats at him ass. The force of it is gentle, but it still lights up his nerves. He's been just settling into the feeling of it, the lack of further stimulation making it slowly start to quiet. It's almost a sob, and he can't help the noises that he makes, how he jerks against the rope, tense with desire.
But at that threat, he quiets, goes as still as he can possibly manage. He's trying to behave, which honestly he's usually fairly bad at in a scene with other people, but House is different. He's always listened, always asks how high when he tells him to jump. And even as much as he needs to move, needs more, he tries to relax, stay still and behave. He needs House to fuck him. It feels like he'll just lose everything all together if he doesn't. He likes the feeling of his fingers, though. It's still pleasure, still feels good, a counterpoint against the sting of his ass and the tops of his thighs as House scissors his two digits.
He shakes, trembling, vocalizing soft noises as House stretches him open slowly, up to three fingers, and they're so close, it tests his patience, which Chase is honestly not good at in the best of circumstances and right now he's too overwhelmed. But House shushes him, tells him he's doing good, his voice soft and encouraging, and it makes him smile weakly, hold on a little longer. As much as House has always pushed instead of rewarded, Chase does respond well to encouragement. He stays still, relaxes, tries to lean his legs more into the rope to give House a smidge more space. He's trying to be good, trying so hard.
This is all he can do, and even still he's fraying.