"I'm your bitch." Stabler groaned as he tried to rut his hips against Chris' hand, wanting it closer to his groin. "Please, Chris." He was actually okay with this, being dominated by Chris. Being played with and fucked with and everything under the son. It gave him something to focus on, someone to give himself to who he didn't have to worry about cheating on or supporting or any of the emotional things that came with it.