The protest seems to come from far away, and Benedict is slow as he leaves off what he's doing. He blinks at Colin in mild confusion, but meets the kiss readily enough, rising from his knees to crawl a little ways forward onto the bed for balance.
Colin takes the chance to lift Benedict's shirt over his head and cast it aside. He leans away to rummage through his trouser pockets on the floor before pulling something out of them. He kisses Benedict again while a hand slips into the other man's trousers, slick with something, and begins to stroke him firmly.
It's one of those things where-- cruel as it may be to admit it, Benedict really didn't think Colin had it in him. But he clearly does, to a near alarming point, and Bene makes a little sound of surprise at the feeling of Colin's hand down his pants. Not that he's protesting, he just hadn't expected anything so forthright.
The sound changes to something like a sigh, his hips tensing and drawing nearer to the man above him.
The motions are fierce, and Colin nearly goes further with it until that little sound of surprise sinks in, and suddenly he jerks away. His hands flatten against the bed and he looks appalled, eyes wide.
"Is that...was that all right? Did you, do you want that?"
Because as bad as it would be to be victimized again, the worst thing he can think of would be to become the victimizer.
Benedict is just as shocked as Colin is, and stares up at him with sudden silent horror, afraid that he saw something, or... that he himself did something??
"What?" he asks, his voice a little higher than usual. "...yes??"
After a frozen, trembling moment, Colin finds himself pressing Benedict into the mattress, pulling his pants down and casting them aside. He goes back to stroking him, while offering an open bottle of oil to him.
"Hold out your hand," he says, eyes focused intently on Benedict's face. Keep looking at his face. Keep track of who he is. "Please."
Still a little lost, but nonetheless here for it, Benedict does as requested and holds out his hand. In the meantime, he glances over Colin, quirking a little smile back up at his face as he does: whatever the case, he seems like he's still doing all right.
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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Date: 2019-06-07 07:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-06-07 05:02 pm (UTC)OH MY GOD I fINALLY HAVE TIME FOR TAGS
Date: 2019-06-13 12:25 am (UTC)Not that he's protesting, he just hadn't expected anything so forthright.
The sound changes to something like a sigh, his hips tensing and drawing nearer to the man above him.
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Date: 2019-06-13 06:52 am (UTC)"Is that...was that all right? Did you, do you want that?"
Because as bad as it would be to be victimized again, the worst thing he can think of would be to become the victimizer.
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Date: 2019-06-14 07:28 am (UTC)"What?" he asks, his voice a little higher than usual. "...yes??"
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Date: 2019-06-14 07:33 am (UTC)"Hold out your hand," he says, eyes focused intently on Benedict's face. Keep looking at his face. Keep track of who he is. "Please."
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Date: 2019-06-17 04:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-06-20 01:16 am (UTC)"I want--" His voice catches, and he swallows and tries again. "I want you to finger me."
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Date: 2019-06-24 05:50 am (UTC)This is farther than he's ever gone. "I, ah..." he begins, and murmurs, "...will you tell me how?"