There's something about this that feels good, comforting, comfortable. It's not like with Brett, where once things turned sexual his heart would hammer with apprehension and his hands would shake. He trusts House, which is maybe a mistake, but it at least feels like the right mistake to make. He grins as House leans down over him, as he moves, tugs Chase up so that he's in the center of the bed.

"Oh, is that a fact? Then we're both in violation. Might be punishments for that, I hear," he teases. He easily lets House help pull his shirt off, squirming so that he can kick his shoes off so they clatter to the floor. That leaves him topless in just his jeans, and a smile, shifting a little on the bed so that he's back on his back instead of on his ass; shifting the pressure. His ass is still hot, even as he makes vague overtures at more.

Chase is a virgin, but he's also kinky. His hands reach out, greedy in how they run over House's bare skin. "Mm, I like touching you," he breathes with a smile. The kind of smile that says that he wants a whole lot of lusciously bad things.