That is correct.

Sean would like to pin his shiny new slave to this bed and bite him a lot. And then suck his dick. That is what Sean wants to do.

What an excellent excellent plan. 

Chris has never had a blowjob before and he is making a bunch of noises about this fact.

Chris is GREAT and his newness to the experience of dicks is GREAT and his dick is GREAT and Sean is SO HAPPY.

What a coincidence! Chris is also SO HAPPY.

He is pretty sure he has the best owner in the world.

Well Sean has the best slave in the world so that works out nicely.

And now he would like to make the best slave in the world come in his mouth.

This is an extremely good plan although sadly Chris is too incoherent to suggest that there should be some torture involved in the process.

Alas, Sean has not yet invented mindreading, so the only torture here is some idle squeezing of bite marks.

He swallows and flops onto the bed and scoops Chris into his arms like he is a teddy bear and nuzzles his shoulder and sighs happily. "Hi you're great."

"You're great! Can I have some food? I haven't eaten since noon."

"Sure, order room service, I'll pay for whatever."

He slightly uncuddles to grab the room service menu, looks at the prices, and says "..........are you sure."

"Yep!"

".........these cost a lot of money."

Also he doesn't know what like a tenth of those words mean.

"I told you, I'm not cheap, I'm impatient. I want you to have food and I don't want either of us to have to get out of bed for more than a minute to make it happen, so, room service."

Chris is uncertain of how to make this decision.

He eventually decides on salmon and asparagus and cheesecake, on the grounds that he recognizes all the words in their descriptions, and Ron would like it if he ever ate a vegetable.

Sean happily cuddles him until the food arrives, then sends him to retrieve it.

He takes a bite of the salmon and his mouth becomes an O of surprise,

"...This is really good."

Sean beams at him.

Chris closes his eyes and eats his food with blissful attention.

There may be little noises about it.

Sean has the BEST slave. Best best best.

Chris looks mournfully at his plate when there is no more cheesecake.

"It's so good."

"You're so cute when you're eating good food. I wanna feed you lots more good food and watch you like it."

"Sounds like a plan. You'll have to tell me what all those words on the menu mean."

"I don't know half of them myself," he says, but he scoots closer to make himself available for translation purposes.

Words Chris doesn't know: papardelle! Parmesan reggiano! 'Heirloom' in the context of tomatoes! Galangal! Cote de boeuf!

Sean doesn't know all of those either but he has an approximate idea of what an heirloom tomato is and he can recognize boeuf and has the vague impression that the reggiano just means the parmesan is Especially Fancy.