Chase, for all that he might be a great dancer, is still young and stupid and inexperienced. Brett is going to break his heart, if things get that far. He has a reputation- not unjustly earned- of sexing boys, getting bored, and finding another young pretty boy. Two months is starting to push surprising, if you don't know that Chase is a virgin, if you can't figure out the game that he's playing, here. And Chase is young enough that he's full of dumb ideas about getting married and adopting children, and all those romantic notions that usually run out after a few years of shitty dates.

"Yeah," Chase responds with a smile as he leans back into him, and there's something in how he relaxes back into him. He'd been scared that House was going to leave for reasons he couldn't quite explain. House got under his skin, did things to him. He liked the way his voice sounded, felt, as it curled against his ear, felt like it curled through him, molten hot. He let House's fingers shift his body, his ass pressing back against him, fitting tight against his hips. He likes how House is taller than him, significantly so now that he's down off the tips of his pointe shoes, and with House it feels like he wraps around him.

"Nn... I, uh, yes." Chase gasps hotly, squirming so that he's pressing his perfectly curved dancers ass back up against House as the older man strokes over his cock through the unfortunate layers, and Chase is almost tempted to pull them down. Except that this is dumb to begin with, and getting caught with his tights around his knees and someone's hand around his cock that is not his boyfriend, is not the sort of excitement he wants to end his night with. So he leaves the layers, for now anyway.

"Feels so good," he murmurs, his voice half blissed out as his eyes close.