He eases the sword out of the other's grasp for simplicity's sake, and once it's firmly on the bed while they kiss, Silver leans in fully. Benedict's receptive, and a surprisingly good kisser--that hand on his thigh and the way the other isn't pulling away means he can continue.

He takes his time, beard scraping against the other's cheek as he shifts his weight to position himself a little better, moving so he's closer to facing the other. his hand slides down the other's jaw as he bites the other's lip a second time, thumb grazing over jawline, guiding Benedict to lay his torso down. His other hand props himself up for balance.