He makes a hissing noise like he's being petted.

Cute!

Sean grabs his crotch again.

Oh fuck that's-- good. That's very very good. 

He's so wet his thighs are damp.

Burning fingers play with his clit for a few seconds, and then Sean lets go. "Wow, you're really something. I like it."

Sean liking him feels like basking in sunlight.

"Is that all you can do, rich guy?" 

He laughs.

"My name's Sean. And no. No it's not."

His fingernails turn to razor-sharp claws, and he slashes Chris's hip and side with them, cutting four deep parallel lines that curve from the front of his hip all the way up to his shoulderblade.

Oh god that's just. Nice. 

(Sean could do anything to him-- he's totally helpless-- Sean could kill him-- next time the claws could go across his throat-- the thought makes him shudder with arousal--)

"Chris Parker."

"Nice to meet you. Suck my dick."

"Yes, sir."

Chris's blowjobs are much more impressive when he is only bleeding and not additionally being tortured. There's a particular combination of lots of practice, natural talent, and unbridled enthusiasm.

Wow that's hot. That's. Yeah that's really fucking hot.

He plays with the cuts, a little—no claws and no burning, just running his fingers over and occasionally into them—and otherwise lets Chris work without distractions this time.

He should definitely put his fingers into Chris's cuts. Chris is extremely enthusiastic about this plan. 

(To be honest, he would not be that much less enthusiastic if Sean couldn't heal him, because Chris has the self-preservation instinct of a toddler who wants to find out why the big metal things make all those loud noises.)

Chris is also very enthusiastic about Sean's dick. Unfortunately, his mouth is too full to express exactly how enthusiastic he is. Chris has to convey his enthusiasm via loud moans and extremely loving use of tongue. He hopes the message is conveyed. 

The message is super, super clear.

"Nice." He digs his fingers into the cuts some more. "I like you. Mmm, fuck," and now he's too distracted by pleasure to keep talking.

Chris says "mmmrmph" into Sean's cock which means "I like you too" or possibly "you should give me a really really good tip, assuming you don't murder me."

His fingers are covered in blood at this point, as is most of Chris, and fuck isn't that just the hottest thing, or maybe the hottest thing is Chris saying 'more please' as his first words after being tortured, or the sounds Chris makes with burning fingers on his clit, or Chris's mouth—Chris's mouth is definitely a top contender here—

Chris is pretty sure the top contenders for hottest thing are in fact being covered in blood, or being tortured, or coming when Sean is burning his clit, or Sean saying "I like you" in that tone of voice that sends shivers down Chris's spine, or Sean's smile, or getting to suck cock, or the fact that Sean can apparently do whatever he wants to Chris-- usually getting to suck cock is one of his favorite things but there is kind of a lot of competition here--

He moans softly and says "good" and comes in Chris's mouth.

Chris whimpers at being called 'good' and swallows Sean's come and very reluctantly removes his mouth from Sean's dick and says "...what can you do to me?"

"I mean, pretty much whatever the fuck I want." He's still hard. "In this car I am basically God. I can hurt you, I can heal you, I can do mind control but I don't really wanna, I could probably turn you into a frog if I felt like it." Speaking of healing... nah, actually, instead of fixing those cuts he's gonna grope them some more.

"...I should probably be more scared about that than I am."

He's a little scared. But mostly what he feels is-- right.

"You probably should be," he agrees. He smooths a hand down over the cuts, healing them, and then shifts his fingernails to claws and drags them back up the same path. "But it kinda looks like you're into it instead."

Whimper.

"I am." He puts his head on Sean's thigh. "Either you eventually get bored and throw me on the street, in which case I'm left with some extremely good memories, or you kill me, which is hot. So I'm good either way." 

Sean pets him. "You're cute. Suck my dick again."

Mm. Very skilled and moderately distracted dicksucking, as Chris is contemplating the implications of 'in this car I am basically God.'

Sean could reshape Chris's body any way he wanted, he could give Chris a dick, he could erase Chris's memories, he could make Chris feel like his first shot of heroin or the first time he blew a cop, he could kill him, he could make him immortal, he could rearrange Chris's entire personality to suit him, he could-- 

Chris could be his. Entirely and completely. As long as they stay in this car. Sean could very literally do whatever he wanted to him.

He could. And he will. And right now he wants another blowjob.

(He finds that he doesn't want to throw Chris on the street minus some extremely good memories. He finds that he really, really doesn't want that, actually. He's kind of wondering what would happen if he just—kept Chris in his car forever—probably there are insurmountable logistical issues with that—and what did the devil he made a deal with mean, exactly, about people who consider themselves yours—)

Chris is a person who sees things that he wants, draws the most direct line to them, and heads straight in that direction.

He doesn't want to go to school, he doesn't want to talk to his parents, and he doesn't want to be a girl; he wants to take drugs and suck dick and hang out with Rachel. His entire life has been pursuing those goals as directly as possible, no matter how much it makes Ron worry or how likely it is that he will die by 21 or that he has to live in a tent. 

Now, he has a new goal. One he wants more than drugs or sex or not going to school. And Chris is not a person who questions or doubts his goals; he is a person who pursues them.

So it probably should not be a surprise to anyone when Chris sits back, bangs his head into the steering wheel, goes "ow" in surprise, adjusts himself to a position approximating kneeling with his head down as well as you can do in the front seat of a car when you have very little practice, and says, "I am yours for as long as you want me. All my heart and soul and mind and body is yours."