How long has it been, since he actually properly laughed? It's only at this moment that Benedict realizes he isn't sure. He's never been an especially giddy sort to begin with, but the last few years have also been... well. Unusually stressful.

"Mm," he intones, pausing to turn his head and meet Allumin's eyes, "bet I can make you louder."

He's lying beneath him, but his hand snakes down to grip the bulge in Allumin's pants, firmly enough to make himself known, but not enough to hurt.