Chase murmurs softly as House's hands come to rest on his hips, and it's both security and affectionate, and Chase leans into it a little, even as he leans in more toward House's chest, slightly draped against the taller dancer's chest. His erection isn't easy to ignore, and it's maybe more accurate to say that Chase isn't doing anything about it than properly ignoring it. It's not as if he's unaware of it, especially not now that it's pressed in against House's body, and the heat and the arousal hums through him so hard he trembles.

There's a brief flicker of surprise when House kisses him, not sweet and chaste and unsure affection like Chase had, those days ago. Instead it's hard and intent and full of smouldering intent. That kiss is an answer to his question, and Chase is responding, one hand coming up to slide up against the man's short hair, kissing him back. There's that faint way that he grinds up against him, his body asking for more, for what they both want, even if Chase hasn't actually said it, only implied it with all the subtlety of a two-by-four.