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."
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.
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.
Benedict's head tips back and he lets out an audibly pleased sigh, enjoying the way Silver's stubble scratches against his skin. His hands push up and under Silver's shirt. He's already seen how wonderfully muscular the other is, but now he gets to feel it, letting his hands skim along Silver's lower back.
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.
Benedict lets out a bit of a breathless laugh, surprised and delighted by being so manhandled. It’s cut a bit short due to the fact that he finds it impossible to not be kissing Silver, though he does break away just long enough to help get his shirt off.
Then it’s back to more insistent kissing. Benedict’s fingers find their way into Silver’s curls, nesting in among them.
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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."
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"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.
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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.
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Then it’s back to more insistent kissing. Benedict’s fingers find their way into Silver’s curls, nesting in among them.