#mad benrex

“Oh cállate y déjame cuidarte.” Rex growled, jerking Ben’s hand away from the omnitrix as he held Ben’s chin. 

“What- do I look like I speak Spanish?” He snapped distracted. Eyes peering down, they followed the crime lords fingers as they traced his jawline, flicking out at the earlobe. 

“I said, let me take care of you.” He repeated in exasperation, tone a touch softer as he examined the cut. Tsking, he released him, shaking his head. 

“Algunos días me das dolor de cabeza, mi amor.“