He can't help himself. He probably should, but he refuses to--instead, Silver grabs Benedict's hips, lifting him up entirely and onto the counter, growling playfully as he does so. This is what he's wanted since he first lay eyes on the other, and he isn't ashamed to admit it, even if instead of voicing it, he spends his time snaking his hands up the other's shirt to take it off for him, lips barely inches away from Benedict's own the entire time.