It can definitely be time for Chris to get the shit beaten out of him. 

He gets floaty and can't really say words and his hips are thrusting a little bit against the air.

(It's-- frustrating, to know that Sasha won't touch him, and hot that Sasha can decide not to touch him-- and then blood trickles down his face and he's not thinking much of anything at all--)

Ohh fuck that's really hot. 

Sasha kisses his forehead, is careful to avoid the blood, and then hits him again and then bends his arm backwards — 

He can't think, it hurts so much, he belongs to Sasha, Sasha can do whatever he wants to him, it's so good--

"Good job," he whispers, "you're doing great," and he lets go of Chris's arm and hits him again, in the chest and in the stomach and in the solar plexus and in the jaw, and then kisses him, very gentle. 

He's breathing in little gasps. He wants to shove Sasha to his knees and fuck his throat, he wants to be Sasha's thing, toy tool property used--

Chris makes a little whimpery noise and his muscles tense and suddenly relax.

"You're doing great," he whispers again, and bites down on his shoulder and presses hard and stays there a moment, two, before he says "you're doing so well, I've got you —" 

One of the few advantages of Chris's anatomy is that he can have multiple orgasms. 

One of the many advantages of Chris's psychology is that hurting him will definitely cause this to happen.

And Sasha keeps his teeth in Chris's shoulder and holds him through it until he relaxes again. 

"I need cock," he says, "I need something inside me-- mouth or ass or--"

That's — okay he can do that, he pushes Chris's head down and wraps Chris's hair around his fingers. 

Chris is moaning and desperate around his cock.

That's good that's really good, Sasha fucks his face and pulls his hair hard and — ah — 

Chris swallows and looks like the only important thing in the world is Sasha's cock.

And Sasha comes again in his mouth and goes soft and boneless and relaxed, tugs Chris's head up by the hair so it's on Sasha's chest. 

Chris gestures and stops bleeding, but there's still little bits of dried blood all over his skin.

Chris not bleeding is good. Sasha doesn't stop playing with his hair. 

Snuggles are nice. Chris is a fan of snuggles.

Snuggles are nice. 

"I should. Probably go home at some point," he says, reluctantly. 

"Me too. Rachel will miss me. --Unless your terrified boyfriend wants to hook up."

"My terrified boyfriend does not want to hook up and if he tells you otherwise he's wrong. — that sounds like a joke but it isn't one." 

"Fair enough. Why? You've told him not to?"

"He doesn't actually like sex with people he's not emotionally close to but he sometimes makes bad decisions when people he's not emotionally close to are hot and will not wind up enjoying those decisions." 

"Weird way for a gay dude to be, but whatever."

"...I don't get how that's weirder than if he was straight but whatever." He unflops from the bed and finds his pants.