"How come you don't like sucking me off, then?" There's a pout in Ken's voice. "I like sucking you off, byon." His hands find Chikusa's hips, and he digs his nails in slightly as if to hold him there. "You look good when I do it. You sound good. You taste good. I like it. Why don't you like things like that, too?"

At least Ken's getting closer to actually articulating what bothers him, finally.