His moans move into soft murmurs, shaking as House strokes him through the tremors of the aftermath. The strokes of his hand slick from Chase's own come, and he leans into House as the man holds him. Which is a good thing, because the blond's legs are far from steady as he leans into the older man. He knows that House is hard, and part of him wants to offer to get him off. He just doesn't know exactly what to say, and while he's fumbling with words in his head, House pulls his hand away and tells him to go get cleaned up, and Chase grudgingly lets the impulse quiet. There's a sharp squeak, however, when House swats at his ass. Not that it hurts, but just unexpected. He looks up at House with glassy blue eyes and grins. And for one moment, he's more Odile than Odette -- undone, that smile wicked, sensual, inviting.

But then, he moves over to his bag, fishing out a small facetowel and using it to clean up the remnants of his orgasm. In the moment, Chase had been unselfconscious, but now, he's blushing, silently wishing he'd been just a bit quieter. He can't help but wondering who heard, if anyone peeked in through the window... He shakes his head and tries to brush off the thought and the worries. He does his best to get himself cleaned up, but there's still a little bit that got on his dancebelt and his tights.

So, no, he's not stripping just for House's benefit. Changing is the most obvious course of action here. And if it looks shades away from a strip-tease, that's clearly unintentional. Right.