Bene's shirt winds up torn off in a flash so Colin can touch, kiss, explore. Which he does, somewhat at his own leisure, which is only leisurely for so long because it has been some time. Eventually his fingers wind up at Benedict's hips, nudging his trousers downward.

"Do you..." He clears his throat and looks shy. "Do you, um. Want to try the...thing we've neither of us tried?"