Benedict’s cheek flush, with want rather than shyness this time. He stares up at Silver as a shiver runs through him. No one has ever said anything quite like that to him, let alone looked at him the way Silver is. Benedict has no doubt that, at least in this moment, Silver means it.

“You should be careful, giving one man such power.”

Silver’s thumb is rough, and Benedict recalls the feeling of those sailor’s hands pulling at his hips. He presses his hands to Silver’s thighs and sits up more, trying to get a kiss from the other man.