It's dizzying, in a good way. Benedict feels a soft sigh escape him at the way Silver's teeth tug at his lip, and he's lying back he finally finds some sort of sense returning to his head.

Though not much sense, as Benedict has no desire to leave, even if there's no telling when the bedding was last cleaned or the way the mattress lumps uncomfortably under the press of his back.

"I've not done this before," he admits, a bit breathlessly between kisses. "With another man, I mean." Lest Silver think he's entirely new at sexual encounters all together, which is wholly incorrect. "But I've been wanting to."