"Sometimes, it's not," is all Chase manages, but is glad this time isn't one of those. He's tired of fruitless one night stands, tired of that feeling of emptiness, and this is something more -- even if he's not sure how to define it yet. He moans as Ben hits the right place and reaches back to find his fingers, sliding them up. "I'm so close," he warns breathlessly, having been stroking himself when he can, trying to keep himself on edge.