"Don't," Chase says, and it sounds so loud to his ears in the room that's so quiet aside from heavy breathing and the sounds of soft touching. His hands reach out, catching on House's wrists, and he holds on tight, almost pleading with his soft fingertips. There's not a lot of force in his hands, House could pull away if he really wanted to, but it's clear that Chase doesn't want him to. He's asking him not to, as much as he can, even if he should just let him go.

"Yeah, I'm a virgin," he says finally, admitting it like it's a dirty secret, with that vague air of please don't tell around the words. "I've.. never felt like this before. I don't want you to stop," he says quietly, timidly, with just a small flicker of guilt. He does have a boyfriend, but House is somehow different, somehow better, and all he really knows right now is that he needs this. He needs House to touch him, to make him come alive like this.

He's trying to tell him that he's not taking advantage of him, even if he lacks the right words to say what he means.