His grip loosens, and as much as it might be nice to move his hands closer, to touch instead of tease... his hands instead slide upwards on either side, so so close but not touching. They continue to move up over his hips and to his abdomen, where he grabs little fistfuls of Benedict's shirt and pulls it free from where its tucked in. Hands meet skin, and as he leans forward to reach higher his body also presses in closer as well.

As he gropes Benedict's chest, he wishes they had more time. For all the prolonging he keeps advocating for, he knows that they'll have to move on to the main event and wrap this up soon. Maybe... there can be another time later, with no reason to hurry. As he gazes down through his lashes, it's clear there is some kind of yearning behind his eyes.

His grip loosens, fingers fluttering over his chest a moment before - ! Allumin grinds against him as he pinches Benedict's nipples, rubbing them between his fingers for a moment before letting go.