Charles took Benjamin's hand and pulled him toward the pavilion before Benjamin could think to resist. At the pavilion, Charles slid the doors open, drew him inside, and slid them shut again. He turned, took Benjamin's face in both hands, and kissed him. Deeply. He pulled him close, walking them backward until Benjamin's shoulders met the wall.
The kisses were warm and wet and sweet. A taste he had missed.
Benjamin felt the warmth of Charles's hands as they found their way around his body. The world tilted. He felt as if it were just the two of them and the room, and nothing else existed beyond these walls.
No words passed between them. The room filled with short breaths taken between kisses, the rustle of clothes coming undone. Pheromones thickened the air.
