Benedict grips at Silver’s shoulder. He’s had women touch him but never quite like this, and each twist of Silver’s hand makes him feel like it’s going to be the end of it all.

There’s a moment somewhere in the hard kiss that Benedict’s heady gaze meets Silver’s, and it’s undeniable what they both really want. Any reservations he may have had seem so far from his mind as he swallows, trying to catch back some of his breath.

“Please,” is really all that he manages to get out, because any other words he thinks of seem too demure for the situation. He supposes that Silver will understand just what he’s asking.