He pauses a moment, unsure if he’s misheard in his drunkenness. Benedict’s eyes flick down to look at where his hands have undone Silver’s buttons then back up to Silver’s eyes. And rather than find the idea offensive, he realizes he’s very, very into it.
This is absolutely the thrill that Silver had asked about earlier in the evening. To Benedict, there’s something inexplicably taboo about the thought - even more scandalous than their activities the other night.
“Surely it can’t be so simple as that.”
Benedict’s voice is breathy, betraying his excitement. He tugs down Silver’s trousers to free his cock and presses his tongue to his lip.
Benedict's eager, curious, and Silver finds himself running his hand through the other's hair encouragingly. It's not that simple, no, and there's more to it, but Silver figures he has to ease Benedict into these things.
"It's not very hard to make a man come," he says plainly, though his voice is softer as the other tugs down his trousers. There's something about this, something about how innocent but willing the other is that thrills Silver.
He takes the back of Benedict's head, gently guiding him towards his cock, looking down at him expectantly.
It may not be difficult, but Benedict can admit he's a perfectionist, and it will bother him if he doesn't do a somewhat decent job of it. Fortunately, Silver seems to be fine with guiding him along, which gives Benedict a bit of a confidence boost.
Anyway, it's not as if he has much time to hesitate. Benedict tries to think back to the very few times he's been on the receiving end of this, and if he could remember some sort of tip or trick. Unfortunately, all he can really recall is how good it felt.
He glances up at Silver again as his lips press to the head of Silver's cock, and without putting too much thought into everything (he's pretty sure overthinking it will ruin it), parts his lips to take it into his mouth.
It's a start, and Silver's chest rises and falls in anticipation, pleased the other's decided to go for it. There's something about the line of his dimples; the way they look as the other's lips part.
"All of it, if you can," he urges, his voice a low rumble as he continues to stroke the other's hair.
Benedict hums a little, having no idea how he can possibly do that. But he's willing to try, figuring he's come as far as having it in his mouth anyway. Unfortunately he finds that, after taking a little more, he has to pull back abruptly to cough.
Silver looks down at the other, eyes alight, the briefest of smiles flickering on his face. He moves his hand to cup the other's cheek, surprisingly soft despite rough hands.
"It takes practice--don't force yourself. Suck on it, lick it like you would a peppermint stick."
Somehow, having to instruct the other--being the other's first--it sends a thrill down Silver's spine. Benedict is deliciously naive, and the thought of those lips around his cock is enough for him to gently urge the other once more.
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This is absolutely the thrill that Silver had asked about earlier in the evening. To Benedict, there’s something inexplicably taboo about the thought - even more scandalous than their activities the other night.
“Surely it can’t be so simple as that.”
Benedict’s voice is breathy, betraying his excitement. He tugs down Silver’s trousers to free his cock and presses his tongue to his lip.
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"It's not very hard to make a man come," he says plainly, though his voice is softer as the other tugs down his trousers. There's something about this, something about how innocent but willing the other is that thrills Silver.
He takes the back of Benedict's head, gently guiding him towards his cock, looking down at him expectantly.
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Anyway, it's not as if he has much time to hesitate. Benedict tries to think back to the very few times he's been on the receiving end of this, and if he could remember some sort of tip or trick. Unfortunately, all he can really recall is how good it felt.
He glances up at Silver again as his lips press to the head of Silver's cock, and without putting too much thought into everything (he's pretty sure overthinking it will ruin it), parts his lips to take it into his mouth.
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"All of it, if you can," he urges, his voice a low rumble as he continues to stroke the other's hair.
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"Not so simple at all."
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"It takes practice--don't force yourself. Suck on it, lick it like you would a peppermint stick."
Somehow, having to instruct the other--being the other's first--it sends a thrill down Silver's spine. Benedict is deliciously naive, and the thought of those lips around his cock is enough for him to gently urge the other once more.