The trouble with the courier is that he likes the courier far too much, which wouldn't be a bad thing if the courier wasn't taller than him, blond-haired grey eyed and unfortunately handsome enough to get into anyone's bed. This also wouldn't be a bad thing but the anyone include's Benny's bed, in Benny's suite, under Benny's suit and dress shirt and against scarred skin and jeez louise he was shaking again, shaking bad.

Courier points a thumb towards the door to the suite and says, "Look, I can go if you want, don't want to force you."

Benny is 75% positive he scrambled the guy's brains bad, bad enough to make him say this with absoloute honesty and respect. He kinda wants to scream at the guy, ask him what the hell is wrong with him, why would he want to stick around here and the other part of him is intensely confused enough to be in stuttering silence try to say "Okay no it's fine you can stay no big deal ain't a problem." Courier shrugs, gets up, locks the door. Okay, great, good, point of no return, he can't be a disappointment. He cracks his knuckles out of nervousness, hears the satisfying pop of them, and breathes.

Some deep deep repressed part of him is swooning and saying "Oh, take me now courier~" in breathy moans but he's not willing to acknowledge that yet.

"You sure you're okay? You're red and sweating." Courier laughs this angelic laugh and smiles. "We haven't even started!" Oh he is going to shoot him again.

2 hours ago it was laughs and drinks and small-time poker games, Benny losing every time. Just needed to get some more trust, right? Not like he found him cute, right? He chastised himself. Christ, he didn't even LOOK like a girl. Hard chisled features like some sorta marble statue, muscles, and good with a knife.

Courier walks towards him, leans down and oh shit oh shit ohshitohshitohshit

Kisses Benny on the lips and lord up above he is bad at it. He tenses and his lips purse and his eyes widen and he feels like a stiff, except unbelievably warm and sorta turned on.

Courier laughs. Grins, puts a thumb right below his bottom lip. Benny melts and makes a weird weird noise, a sorta eep and squeak, and the Courier kisses him really gently and Benny tries his damndest to kiss back. It's not like kissing the girls, he thinks to himself, all the broad's he's had were real subserviant-like, he could lean forward and they'd lean back. Now, out of nervousness and a feeling like at least the guy he shot in the head knows what he's goddamn doing, he lets himself be pushed back on the bed and breathes deep when his lips pull away. The Courier stares at Benny in a way that kinda whispers "Keep going?" Benny nods with a "Yeah" and lips go straight to his neck.

He stiffens again but this time its a genuine moan that goes out, fingers nervously intwining with themselves. One of the Courier's hand tries to hold them, calm them and it just makes goosebumps crawl up every part of his skin. He breathes deep, calming himself and oooohhhh god the bastard's in between his legs now.