Silver looks down at the other, eyes alight, the briefest of smiles flickering on his face. He moves his hand to cup the other's cheek, surprisingly soft despite rough hands.

"It takes practice--don't force yourself. Suck on it, lick it like you would a peppermint stick."

Somehow, having to instruct the other--being the other's first--it sends a thrill down Silver's spine. Benedict is deliciously naive, and the thought of those lips around his cock is enough for him to gently urge the other once more.