Benedict's enjoying himself, and Silver finds himself pleased with how the other rucks him against him, moaning, causing Silver himself to grunt into the other's ear. His hand is still in the other's hair, tugging roughly as he grazes his teeth over the other's collarbone.

His head moves up sharply to kiss the other hungrily, still jerking him off at a steady pace, twisting his wrist as he gets to the other's head and making sure the other slowly unwinds, finding pleasure in watching it unfold--though his needs are needing to be met, and it's a matter of time before he needs to fuck him. He needs to fuck him, some primal part of him dying to claim the other as his own.