Silver feels his entire heart hammering in his chest, his pulse immediately quickening as the other kisses him. It's not a soft kiss, nothing shy or demure--Benedict means it, kissing him firmly, like a man. It's more than nice, too--it's hot, and Silver finds himself wanting to return the kiss more than anything as the other begins to lean into it.
Silver, carefully, gingerly, puts a hand up to Benedict's jaw so he can gently pull the other away from him. He feels it, he feels warm, and if he was a little more drunk himself he'd probably pin the other to the couch and have his way right then and there. But Benedict is drunk, and as much as Silver hates that he has a conscience right now, that's something that's important.
Fuck.
"Benedict," he states softly, and his thumb grazes the other's jawline softly, keeping eye contact with him, "I'm going to get you some water."
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Silver feels his entire heart hammering in his chest, his pulse immediately quickening as the other kisses him. It's not a soft kiss, nothing shy or demure--Benedict means it, kissing him firmly, like a man. It's more than nice, too--it's hot, and Silver finds himself wanting to return the kiss more than anything as the other begins to lean into it.
Silver, carefully, gingerly, puts a hand up to Benedict's jaw so he can gently pull the other away from him. He feels it, he feels warm, and if he was a little more drunk himself he'd probably pin the other to the couch and have his way right then and there. But Benedict is drunk, and as much as Silver hates that he has a conscience right now, that's something that's important.
Fuck.
"Benedict," he states softly, and his thumb grazes the other's jawline softly, keeping eye contact with him, "I'm going to get you some water."