For a man considerable shorter than Benedict, Silver certainly has a way of seeming larger than he is. Benedict finds that he enjoys being crowded by the other man, happily trapped by his arms and his hips. The slight press of their bodies makes Benedict part his lips.

"Good."

It's really all Benedict needs to hear. Silver's lips are close enough that Benedict doesn't have any distance to close as he catches them in a kiss, and he brings his hands up to tug Silver's hips closer still.