Chase can't keep quiet, even though he tries. It's too much, he wants and it feels too much. House is still stretching him open, working him open on his long fingers that expertly miss his prostate. It's a fact that he's glad for, because Chase is already woozy enough he's not entirely sure how long he's going to last once House starts fucking him. He doesn't want to exacerbate the issue, although he doesn't really have any say in the matter. He can't help the way that his body jerks a little, as much as he's allowed to, how he tenses a little around the other man's fingers. The contact stings, and he can't help it, but it's not too bad, not enough to make the prospect of being fucked anything less than exactly what he needs.

He whines, murmurs in shy appreciation of the compliment. Good boy, like he's behaving, doing it right, and fuck, he's trying so hard that it's exactly the sort of encouragement that he needs. He shudders at the sensation as House moves in close, pressing his hip to his ass, but bracing one of the blond's bound feet against his thigh, and Chase can't manage the words thank you, but he means it. He craves the contact, the connection, the ability to feel him close, where House is. The fact that the height House had tied him at had to be intentional doesn't occur to him now, but it will later.

Chase groans as the slick head of House's cock pushes in between the abused cheeks of his ass, pressing against his entrance and then slowly starting to sink into his body. He tries to fight the urge to tense as House grabs him by the hips, and his thumbs just barely brush against his red cheeks. Worse is how House's body brushes against his ass as he moves in closer as the thick girth of his cock gradually sinks in. Chase is trying so hard to relax, not to tense, but it's hard. House stretching him open, spreading his body wide enough to take him as he presses into him, and Chase can't help the soft, obscene noises he makes.

He wants this, he needs this.