Are you going to keep teasing me or just let me kiss you in peace?

[He doesn't want to explain his logic, he doesn't want to think in general. As his fingers move over Christian's back, pulling him closer, his nails leave trails of burns with them, almost like a sunburn. And then they slip down to grip the rim of his pants, tugging on them lightly.]

I want you to help me onto your bed, I want you to strip, and I want to fuck you. And if you mention me being hurt one more time I'll burn a hand print on your ass.

[It's not a real threat - in fact, it's whispered affectionately as his lips press against Christian's between clumps of words.]