Chase is so sensitive to touch. That gentle brush of fingertips over his nipples earns a shiver that House can feel against his body in how the boy moves, how he moans and leans back for support. He's needy and loving this, squirming for more, moaning louder the more that House touches him. And fuck, is he ever loud...
House hadn't really been sure how Chase would react, how quickly he'd get off. He'd hoped he might hold out long enough to tease just a bit longer, long enough to not just ask but tell him to come, but he barely gets an answer out before he's coming and shaking apart in his arms, the sounds he's making an inarticulate jumble of moaning and gasping for air, loud enough that it's frankly shocking that no one can hear him. Thank acoustics and music in other rooms for the fact that they've not yet been intruded on.
House carries on touching him, stroking more slowly as he carries him through his orgasm, most of the mess on his hand and making the last few strokes slick, and he holds him while he comes down, free hand rubbing gently over his hip and low over his belly. House is still worked up, fairly obviously so, but he doesn't want Chase reciprocating. Not here, not now... partly because this shouldn't have happened (not that he actually feels guilty about it, he just knows when to stop pushing, sometimes), but mostly because he knows there's no time to continue. Not as loud as Chase has been, not with the fact that they've been lucky this far. It's the last thing he really wants to do, but he finally pulls his hand away and murmurs in Chase's ear, "Go get yourself cleaned up..."
And then he gives his ass a little swat with his free, clean hand. He has to get away, step back, catch his breath, because he wants so badly to just bend him over something and take him, and they just can't.
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House hadn't really been sure how Chase would react, how quickly he'd get off. He'd hoped he might hold out long enough to tease just a bit longer, long enough to not just ask but tell him to come, but he barely gets an answer out before he's coming and shaking apart in his arms, the sounds he's making an inarticulate jumble of moaning and gasping for air, loud enough that it's frankly shocking that no one can hear him. Thank acoustics and music in other rooms for the fact that they've not yet been intruded on.
House carries on touching him, stroking more slowly as he carries him through his orgasm, most of the mess on his hand and making the last few strokes slick, and he holds him while he comes down, free hand rubbing gently over his hip and low over his belly. House is still worked up, fairly obviously so, but he doesn't want Chase reciprocating. Not here, not now... partly because this shouldn't have happened (not that he actually feels guilty about it, he just knows when to stop pushing, sometimes), but mostly because he knows there's no time to continue. Not as loud as Chase has been, not with the fact that they've been lucky this far. It's the last thing he really wants to do, but he finally pulls his hand away and murmurs in Chase's ear, "Go get yourself cleaned up..."
And then he gives his ass a little swat with his free, clean hand. He has to get away, step back, catch his breath, because he wants so badly to just bend him over something and take him, and they just can't.