Benedict comes, and Silver keeps stroking him for a few moments before picking up his own speed--his hips snap with each thrust, a thin layer of sweat on his brow, and after a few more thrusts the pirate comes inside of Benedict with a shudder, barely holding himself up as he rights the waves of pleasure. He winds up lowering himself, nearly ontop of Benedict entirely, their faces inches apart as he tries to calm his beating heart.

Finally, and he's not sure why, he leans over to brush a bit of Benedict's perfectly mussed hair away from his face before sitting up with a grunt and reaching for the basin of water on the nightstand next to the rum. He grabs the cloth next to the washbasin and dips it in water, squeezing it out, handing it to Benedict wordlessly, grabbing the bottle of rum for himself. It's only after a swig that he decides to talk, voice hoarse.

"You'll want to avoid horseback riding for a day or two."