Benedict receives another one of those little kisses of affirmation, and Allumin releases his hold, half-petting, half-combing his hair out with his hands.

Initially, he'd intended to commit more to an aggressive spin on all of this considering the whole 'Oh, you don't think I could be a demon, actually?' thing that inspired all of this, but after observing the other man's reactions he resolves that being more focused on positive attention is a better move. If Benedict asks for something rougher, then he'll do that, but for now he thinks that this is a better pace and tone.

As he combs out any tangles from his hair, Allumin plants soft kisses on his forehead, his cheeks, and ends with one that has more presence than all the others. It begins with just more weight in the press of his lips to Benedict's before he takes one lip in-between his own and gently suck on it. Allumin's own touch-starved senses take over his sense of control for the moment when he does this, which means two things...

One: The moan that comes out from deep within him is loud, the kind Benedict would definitely feel against his lips. Two: Allumin, in a moment of unfiltered need, ushers him onto his back, still kissing, and presses his body against him.