Silver's lost in his own haze as he's over the other, and once Benedict is more comfortable he angles himself slightly differently, pushing into the other with a little more force, moving so he's ontop of the other and propping himself up with his forearm by Benedict's head.

He grunts, lips close to Benedict's ear, and now that his hand is free he can grab at Benedict's hair, possessive, wanting. He slows his thrusts temporarily, teasing the other, intent on making him squirm only to pick back up to the hard and fast pace when the other least expects it. The bed has no headboard but is rattling nonetheless, and Silver doesn't seem to care.