There's a murmur that hums in his throat as their lips touch, kissing softly as House presses in, walking him back to press him against the nearest wall, and Chase lets him, melts into the contact. He gasps softly against House's lips as his hand slips up under his loose shirt, touching against his stomach, and then sliding up against his side. It makes him shiver, and he trembles a little, his own hands moving to rest on House's hips, and then slowly curl around his waist.

He wants him, he wants this. He wants the kisses and the touching and more, he wants all of it. He maybe even wants the spanking, which had been hotter than he'd imagined, even if it smarted after, made sitting on the train burn, impossible for him to sit still. He presses into the kiss, holding onto House, and it's already turning him on all over again.