Leaning his forehead against Stabler, Chris closed his eyes, tears on his own cheeks as he sped up his thrusts with the feel of the blood making it slicker, and he reached his hand down and took Stabler into his palm, stroking him, scowling at how he was soft, "You don't even fucking want me," He muttered, shaking his head, still moving, feeling himself start to get closer to orgasm.