The occasional little hum into Josias' mouth as Benedict enjoys the attention, and his smile can be felt in the curve of his lips as the order is given. He complies, of course, and can't help but to feel a little pang of yearning as he's pressed back against Josias; he's never been held like this before, and even in a context like this one, he finds he would like to stay here.
He takes the oil with a little smile, angling his head back with a wiggle of his shoulder. "What happens if I do?"
"I'd have to leave to find another," is the dreadfully practical answer, tone of obviously threaded through. He thinks that Benedict is perhaps a little too playful for his own good, clearly inclined to teases but without the experience to know when the consequences may not just be his partner's increasing attention. He has Josias' attention, fully, and Josias demonstrates as much with a roll of his hips, letting Benedict feel how hard he is, if he wasn't already aware.
It takes the wind out of Bene's sails, a bit, and he huffs a little sigh, but rolls his eyes and takes the jar to open it-- carefully, as is sensible to do-- and hand it to Josias.
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He takes the oil with a little smile, angling his head back with a wiggle of his shoulder. "What happens if I do?"
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"I think you'd prefer me to stay, hm?"
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