Chase can't help letting House in, even if it's in little pieces, in the fact that he reacts to him as if things were almost normal. Which is nearly as far from the truth as you can get. Not in big ways, for the most part. He's not dying, not starving -- yet -- and he's not physically injured. That still leaves a long list of troubles when you're eighteen, however. The fact that he's still a virgin is one of them, or more accurately the tangled mess that is his attraction to House, and his lack of sexual attraction for the hot, successful 20-something that had been his boyfriend.
Chase is a virgin, but he's kinky. He's interested, curious about this sort of thing. He's seen pictures and videos, read things, from flowery explanations of the intertwined nature of pleasure and pain to discussions on the different kinds of restraints. And when House swats his ass, just that once, he likes it. He's smart enough to know that's different from getting spanked for real, but he's curious. Curious enough that if House had asked, Chase wouldn't have been able to give him a straight answer.
He stares, and there's as much anticipation as there is trepidation in the look that those blue eyes fix House with. He's sitting on the piano bench, gesturing toward his lap after saying that he's going to have to spank him. Chase feels like he should protest, but he doesn't. His mouth slightly parted, but there are no words on his lips.
Instead, he's flushed, his gaze slipping to the floor as he slowly walks over and after inhaling a sharp breath he gently leans over House's lap, arranging himself so that the other dance has the best access to Chase's ass that the teen can manage. It's almost an invitation.
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Chase is a virgin, but he's kinky. He's interested, curious about this sort of thing. He's seen pictures and videos, read things, from flowery explanations of the intertwined nature of pleasure and pain to discussions on the different kinds of restraints. And when House swats his ass, just that once, he likes it. He's smart enough to know that's different from getting spanked for real, but he's curious. Curious enough that if House had asked, Chase wouldn't have been able to give him a straight answer.
He stares, and there's as much anticipation as there is trepidation in the look that those blue eyes fix House with. He's sitting on the piano bench, gesturing toward his lap after saying that he's going to have to spank him. Chase feels like he should protest, but he doesn't. His mouth slightly parted, but there are no words on his lips.
Instead, he's flushed, his gaze slipping to the floor as he slowly walks over and after inhaling a sharp breath he gently leans over House's lap, arranging himself so that the other dance has the best access to Chase's ass that the teen can manage. It's almost an invitation.