The other says it in a way him to it with something that is both incredibly sexy and incredibly polite, straightforward while still being coy. A simple form of consent, but more importantly, Benedict is now around the counter.

Fuck toast, he thinks, and then he wonders if Benedict was even feeling hungry in the first place. It's more the proximity that matters, because like this, it's very easy to place one hand on the kitchen counter and the other next to Benedict's other side, effectively boxing him in.

"Would you?" He asks, and he leans in close, lips almost touching Benedict's, insufferable as he teases the other, hips pressing against the others' hips.

"I do admit, I'm rather hungry for something other than toast."