He likes Chase loud. He likes the odd poetry of it, how unrestrained he is like this when he’s tied up tight. He has nothing to compare it to, of course, no baseline, but that doesn’t matter. All that matters is the way Chase manages to move in the narrow confines of the bonds, body jerking and squirming as much as he can manage, hands curled tight into fists as he struggles to hold on, to keep from entirely breaking apart. Then he lets it all go. He’d have had to eventually, it was only a matter of time before he came, but the fact that he does practically on command is hot.
When Chase comes, it’s like everything inside him that was held tight is suddenly let out, all the tension exploding outward, tearing from his throat in a harsh scream. House isn’t far behind him, and when he comes, there’s one more thrust, maybe two, then he holds Chase close. He’s not present enough to think, and soon all he can do is just hold Chase tight against him, hips grinding against the heat of his ass as that scream quiets into a string of moans that House hardly realizes he’s contributing to.
When he starts to come down he’s wishing he were laying down or at least sitting, wishes there weren’t so many steps to follow through to get to where he can collapse and breathe and enjoy the feeling that comes after. He grabs the rope that’s holding Chase suspended with one hand, for stability, because the cane is nowhere to be seen and he takes a few long moments to breathe, hand rubbing up Chase’s side, over the ropes that hold him bound. Finally, he pulls out but doesn’t move away, really. He stays near enough that Chase can still feel him there, so his body is leaning against his side as he peels off his t-shirt and uses it to clean himself up and gives it a toss towards the bed. He’ll use it, later, to clean Chase up, but now’s not the time. First, he’s got to get him down, get him to the bed, give him time to desensitize just a little bit before he cleans him up. He tucks himself back into his jeans and zips them up, and then he’s got his hands on Chase again.
“I’m gonna get you down… left leg first,” he says as he starts undoing the knots to free it, first his ankle and then his thigh. Loosened, he helps guide it down, shaking the rope free from his leg.
“Okay, now the right… lean into me,” he says, keeping an arm around Chase as he unties his right leg one handedly, holding him close as he tries to right him before continuing untying him.
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When Chase comes, it’s like everything inside him that was held tight is suddenly let out, all the tension exploding outward, tearing from his throat in a harsh scream. House isn’t far behind him, and when he comes, there’s one more thrust, maybe two, then he holds Chase close. He’s not present enough to think, and soon all he can do is just hold Chase tight against him, hips grinding against the heat of his ass as that scream quiets into a string of moans that House hardly realizes he’s contributing to.
When he starts to come down he’s wishing he were laying down or at least sitting, wishes there weren’t so many steps to follow through to get to where he can collapse and breathe and enjoy the feeling that comes after. He grabs the rope that’s holding Chase suspended with one hand, for stability, because the cane is nowhere to be seen and he takes a few long moments to breathe, hand rubbing up Chase’s side, over the ropes that hold him bound. Finally, he pulls out but doesn’t move away, really. He stays near enough that Chase can still feel him there, so his body is leaning against his side as he peels off his t-shirt and uses it to clean himself up and gives it a toss towards the bed. He’ll use it, later, to clean Chase up, but now’s not the time. First, he’s got to get him down, get him to the bed, give him time to desensitize just a little bit before he cleans him up. He tucks himself back into his jeans and zips them up, and then he’s got his hands on Chase again.
“I’m gonna get you down… left leg first,” he says as he starts undoing the knots to free it, first his ankle and then his thigh. Loosened, he helps guide it down, shaking the rope free from his leg.
“Okay, now the right… lean into me,” he says, keeping an arm around Chase as he unties his right leg one handedly, holding him close as he tries to right him before continuing untying him.