Colin tips the bottle of oil into Benedict's hand, just a little before he's putting it back down. There's a second's hesitation, as he is torn between what he wants and what he fears. His hand leaves Benedict and flattens against the bed, giving himself support so he can straddle the other man.
"I want--" His voice catches, and he swallows and tries again. "I want you to finger me."
As the oil touches Benedict's hand, he begins to spread it around over his fingers, as one does, in a motion that's more automatic than intentional. He pauses when Colin speaks, and although he looks slightly surprised by the request, he nods silently, glancing him over and then beginning to blush. This is farther than he's ever gone. "I, ah..." he begins, and murmurs, "...will you tell me how?"
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"I want--" His voice catches, and he swallows and tries again. "I want you to finger me."
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This is farther than he's ever gone. "I, ah..." he begins, and murmurs, "...will you tell me how?"