"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 —

He's going to bite Chen while he does that!

"Back home," he says, "I have a box of things I like and I want to try them all on you."

"Please —" 

He kisses Chen and bites his lip and rolls his hips against Chen's.

He moans into Ben's mouth and lets his hips press forward — it's so good it's so much — 

"Can I--" and Ben is delicately, lightly touching between Chen's legs.

"Yes — please, Ben —" 

He's just brushing his fingertips lightly against Chen-- he doesn't want to hurt him--

He makes a long series of whimpering sounds and presses his face into Ben's shoulder. 

"You're so pretty."

"I love you — ah — that's a lot —" 

Ben kisses his forehead. 

"Okay, we can stop for now."

It hurts when Ben takes his hand away. 

Chen clings to him and doesn't take his face away from Ben's shoulder. 

Ben holds him. 

"You're so good," he says, "you're doing so well."

A tiny gasp followed by a quiet broken sound. 

He kisses Chen's forehead again. "You like it when I say nice things about you."

He bites his lip and nods. 

"That's not like me, I like it when people say awful things to me."

"...like what?" 

"I like... thinking about people being disappointed in me, or calling me bad or worthless or ugly, and then hurting me because of it..."

He thinks about it. 

"I... can try to do that?" 

"Only if you want to."