A little smirk crosses Benedict's face when Colin partakes of the hookah, and rather than have him put it all the way back down, he takes a puff from it first: this results in a stream of smoke pouring from his nose and mouth as he undoes the fly of Colin's trousers, tugging at the waist to loosen them somewhat and free his intended target.

Then there's a warm hand gripping it, and a tongue sliding up its length, taking his time.