Chase grunts in surprise, dignity briefly abandoned in the confusion of the sudden switch as he does crawl to avoid getting a mouthful of Jack's shirt. He catches on quickly enough, though, and all at once he forgets about the rings and the saps and all that's left is the feeling of lips and teeth and fingers in his hair.

Turns out, he hadn't pushed too far, he'd pushed just enough. He likes this attention, definitely a lot, and if Jack isn't careful he's definitely going to be keeping it in mind for the future.

For the now, he twists enough so he can swing one leg over Jack's own and straddle his lap without breaking the lazy kiss, and then both of his hands braced on the wall on either side of the prince's head to box him in. When the pressure at the back of his head where Jack is twisting his hair becomes just enough to sting, Chase lets out a low noise deep in his throat settles his weight onto Jacks thighs.

His eyes slip closed first, even though he's likely the one who enjoys looking at his own face more, and his mouth opens so the tip of his tongue can catch at the part of Jack's lips. He likes the teeth, and surprisingly being slow doesn't actually make it bad (all of his encounters have been hard and hot and fast, before, because that's what he seeks out) but he wants more still, he wants for it to be hard to breathe.