Benedict instigates but Silver wastes no time--the other kisses him and Silver, pleased, leans into it, hand still on the counter though his other comes up to the small of Benedict's back, holding him while he all but cages the other, the nobleman backed into the counter with little chance to escape even if he wanted to.

The kiss is deepened, Silver drawing away only to bite at the other's lip playfully, murmuring inaudibly as he begins to place kisses down the other's neck.