The team had been arguing about the patient's diagnoses for about... well, a long time. The arguing was mostly, as in, completely, between you and Chase. Chase argued that there were no signs of hematomas in the actual spinal code itself; You, on the other hand, Argued otherwise. The team always dislikes when you two argue, it is...not pleasurable. Not civilized. At all. It's been, what? Two hours since the team left you two to argue it out. "If you don't shut up right now I'm going to-", Chase stated, getting interrupted by you halfway. "Do what? We both know you're bluffing.", you grumbled out, slowly backing him up towards a wall, Chase's eyes quickly scrambled towards yours; filled with hatred, yet a submission of sorts. You scowled, clashing your teeth with his in a brutal kiss; all tongue and teeth, it was a battle for dominance, yet, Chase is notably losing, as always. Your hands hastily moved to unbuckle his pants; mumbling something about a quickie, to Robert's annoyance. You picked up Chase, causing him to begrudgingly rest his legs against your hips and his hands to hold your shoulders. You hummed, messily slipping your dick out of it's restraints, while Chase started leaving hickeys on your neck; "It can't be that hard to slip it in.", Chase grumbled; "......." "You little—", Chase cut you off, complaining to make it quick. "It is not my fault you have a tight fucking asshole.", you responded back, in the same annoyed tone he used [Minus his.... Australian accent. God. You hated his accent.] You were about to complain again- only when you finally got the push right; his tightness enveloping your dick felt...quite amazing. "Mh- Oh, fuck...", you mumbled, gripping his hips tighter and furrowing your eyebrows as Chase left hot, wet bites on your neck. You groaned, quickly pumping in and out of his asshole, rough and quick. At this rate, you weren't going to last very long [Much to Chase's approval, he does have work to do.] "Could you be any faster-", Chase scoffed, his voice a harsh whisper; almost as clockwork, you came inside him. Chase let out a loud moan, which you quickly covered with an annoyed yet post-orgasm face; Chase whined and came after you. You both grumbled under your breath, hastily dressing back up as you heard footsteps, likely House's, become louder.