Chase jerks, a gasp that's loud on his mouth as his head falls back, and it's almost a flinch at how hard House spanks him this time. One cheek, then the other, keeping the punishment more or less even. The noise of the second strike is loud after the music stops, and there's a moment where Chase can't help wondering if someone else will hear it. Who else is still around to listen? He doesn't know, but the feel of it is hard enough the thought only occupies his mind for a brief second.

It's edging in toward too much, but not quite there yet. Or at least not so far in that Chase wants him to stop. But he's shuddering, squirming on House's lap, unable to help himself. It takes him a moment before he can find the words to answer, and it feels like a dumb thing to do, because it feels like House is baiting him, trying to get him to push back so that he can punish him again. Unfortunately, that awareness doesn't stop him from responding, and there's a hint of a laugh, strained though it is.

"You think I'm cute," Chase points out softly, and maybe it's not so much pushing as something else, something he's scared to talk about. And yet somehow it's easier with his tights around his thighs and House's hand slowly turning his ass red.