Chase's breath comes out in a strained, low hiss between his teeth as House's hands fall to his waist, undoing the button and then the zipper. He's tugging them down off of his hips, and while House has seen him naked before, seen him as he teased him as he stripped down out of his dance tights, this is still different somehow. They're close, and it's House's hands on his body, and it's deliciously hot, looking up into his eyes.

The older man lifts one of his legs, sliding his denims down, and then the other joins the first and his pants end up somewhere unknowable, that Chase can't even be bothered to think about it. House leaves his underwear on, and that makes Chase smile with a grin, his eyes glinting, because it seems to imply that House likes his lacy underthings. It's not why he wears them, but it's nice, makes him grin as he wraps his arms around House's shoulders, trying to draw him in.

"Oh, I'm sure. I'm just so subtle," Chase teases, shivering as hands slide over his long, slender legs, touching over his hips and then moving over him again. They kiss, and Chase playfully nips at his bottom lip as his hands move in to touch against his chest. Sliding over his upper arms, shoulders, coming up to slide at the sides of his neck so he can cup the other man's face in his hands for a breath. He looks into his eyes, and he smiles, before his hands are moving back down along his sides, just a slight touch of nails, experimenting with the skin under his hands.