"That's a bad idea, joints are fragile, but I can —" and he punches Ben in the chest, holds back but not by very much. 

Ben makes a soft quiet broken sound.

Oh, good. 

Chen can do that again — and again — and again — 

He gasps at the moment of impact; he's otherwise silent, his eyes closed, his face peaceful as if he's almost fallen asleep; he keeps forgetting to breathe.

Ben is so so good and maybe Chen should stop holding back at all. 

Ben probably would have some sort of opinion on this if he were capable of thinking at all!

Chen collects him and wraps himself around him, kisses his neck and cheeks and shoulders, plays with his hair, waits for him to come down. 

"Mmmmmrmph," he says eloquently.

"I love you," Chen says, and bites him. 

At this rate Ben is never going to be able to say words.

That's alright. He doesn't have to be able to say words for Chen to cuddle him. 

"Mmmmmrrrrrmph," he says again, and something that might be "love you."

"Love you too." 

This time he's not going to bite him, because having Ben able to say words is nice even if it isn't necessary. 

"You're mean," Ben slurs.

"Because I hurt you or because I stopped?" 

"Stopped," he says, and nuzzles his head into Chen's shoulder.

"You're adorable." He kisses whatever part of Ben is closest to his face and doesn't stop playing with his hair. 

"Still stopped," he says. "Mean."

So cute. 

"I love you so much." 

"I like it," he says, "when people are mean to me."

Gosh, a complete sentence. Ben is very proud of himself.

"Mmm. I won't stop doing it, then." 

"Oh no!"

Cute cute cute. Ben's face still looks like it needs kissing. 

It does need kissing. 

Ben has entirely forgotten why he might not want to grind his dick up against Chen's.

— oh — 

— he should definitely keep doing that —