House might be enjoying this too much, Chase, his body electric, tense, tight. His head falls back in a mess of blond hair, crying out loud and that’s when House realizes this isn’t going to last. It’s not going to stretch on and on. They’ll be lucky to last a few minutes at this rate, with Chase jerking at every brush, every thrust, whimpering with every contact, tensing around him and squirming like he wants to get away even though it’s obvious that’s the last thing that he wants. Practically from the beginning, he’s trembling, limbs tight in the ropes and tighter with the strain, shaking because he can’t do anything else.
House thought this would be harder than it is, with his leg. Thought that without anything to lean on or brace against, he’d lose balance, but he doesn’t. The timing of it, the swing of Chase’s body back against his works. Even as they’re moving faster, as House is fucking him deeper, it’s fucking perfect. House lets go of one hip and grabs him by the wrist, uses it like a handle, guiding him back, down on his cock again and again, slower now and deeper, using his grip on Chase to grind their bodies together. He wants more of that squirming, wants him louder than this, wants complaints from the neighbors in the morning. He doesn’t give a goddamn fuck about what happens after this, really, he just wants Chase to come apart all over again in a completely different way. Wants him boneless and floating not just from being beaten, but from being fucked so hard that there’s nothing left in him to hurt or feel guilt tonight.
That slow deep fucking changes, speeds up, but not before an abrupt swat to his raw, red ass, not hard, but not light either. Just hard enough to sound loud and startling through the sounds of their rough fucking, and then House is pulling him back again, harder and faster, letting the fact that he’s hanging suspended allow him to do things he couldn’t normally. Letting it bounce Chase down on his cock and he’s suddenly so close to coming that he can fucking feel it. He’s breathing hard and moaning as he keeps moving, keeps pulling Chase back on him, and gives another slap. This one lighter, and it comes without really thinking about it, just urging him on, and he grinds out a rough command, “Come on, come…”
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House thought this would be harder than it is, with his leg. Thought that without anything to lean on or brace against, he’d lose balance, but he doesn’t. The timing of it, the swing of Chase’s body back against his works. Even as they’re moving faster, as House is fucking him deeper, it’s fucking perfect. House lets go of one hip and grabs him by the wrist, uses it like a handle, guiding him back, down on his cock again and again, slower now and deeper, using his grip on Chase to grind their bodies together. He wants more of that squirming, wants him louder than this, wants complaints from the neighbors in the morning. He doesn’t give a goddamn fuck about what happens after this, really, he just wants Chase to come apart all over again in a completely different way. Wants him boneless and floating not just from being beaten, but from being fucked so hard that there’s nothing left in him to hurt or feel guilt tonight.
That slow deep fucking changes, speeds up, but not before an abrupt swat to his raw, red ass, not hard, but not light either. Just hard enough to sound loud and startling through the sounds of their rough fucking, and then House is pulling him back again, harder and faster, letting the fact that he’s hanging suspended allow him to do things he couldn’t normally. Letting it bounce Chase down on his cock and he’s suddenly so close to coming that he can fucking feel it. He’s breathing hard and moaning as he keeps moving, keeps pulling Chase back on him, and gives another slap. This one lighter, and it comes without really thinking about it, just urging him on, and he grinds out a rough command, “Come on, come…”