When Benedict tries to close the space between their lips, tries to initiate a kiss, he leans back to deny him.

"Needy already?" he asks, his words twisting his lips into a coy smile. "Well, that won't do at all."

One hand wanders upward, at least offering some gratification of touch in the form of Allumin's thumb running over his lips. His other one also releases the grip on his shirt, but lingers over his chest. He himself is unsure of where this is coming from within him, but seeing Benedict wanting fills him with confidence. Makes him feel in control.

"Having patience only makes the satisfaction sweeter."