The Name's Datta

Benoit shivered and wrapped his arms around him tightly, passionately kissing back.

He pressed against Benoit, kissing back with just as much, if not more passion.

Acting on instinct, he ran his hands over Charlie's crotch.

He moaned loudly, desperately trying to hold Benoit closer.

"Charlie," he whispered sweetly, "How is it?"

"It feels...great. Because it's you." He said quietly.

He grinned, pecking Charlie on the forehead.

"So I'm not good, but it's okay because it's me?"

He shook his head.

"No, that's not..."

"So what are you trying to say?...it's okay, this has never been a talent of mine."

"...I don't know how to explain it."

"Answer this, then: should I stop?"

He shook his head.

"No, of course not!"

"Then tell me where to touch you first."

He just smiled.

"It doesn't matter, just touch me anywhere~"

"I will tickle you if you don't give me a straight answer," he teased. "That's something that I happen to be actually good at."

Charlie giggled.

"But I would enjoy even that."

He lightly tickled Charlie's side.

"Oh, really?"

He laughed.

"Yes~" He said, grinning widely.

He kissed him on the cheek, smiling.

"Are you sure you love me, then? It sounds like you just want a playmate."

He shook his head.

"I want everything from you."

"Explain," he pressed.

"I don't want anyone else to be around you, because...then they would have something from you." He tried to explain. "I want everything."

Benoit frowned.

"...Charlie, I can't promise that. Interacting with other people is part of life, you know."

He nodded sadly.

"I...know."

He kissed his cheek gently, holding him close.

"...I can give you something of mine no one else has, though."