Benjamin counted out the medicine slowly and carefully but his eyes never left Tommy's face. His gaze was piercing and intense that Tommy couldn't even look into his eyes.
He handed the selected medicine to Tommy.
He brushed his hand against Tommy's when he passed the glass of water for the medicine and his touch sent a shiver down Tommy's spine, which he was well aware of the effects.
When Tommy gulped it down, Benjamin took the glass away, his fingers wrapping around Tommy's waist, pressing the naked body of Tommy to his clothed own.
His grip was firm and controlling, Tommy could only comply. He then began rubbing Tommy's back with his spare hand, a patronizing touch as his hand moved in slow circles and his touch condescending.
"Now, time to have a heart to heart about our relationship," he said, his voice calm but authoritative, his tone leaving no room for argument and his words dripping with dominance. "Head Honcho and Host."
