Benjamin leaned in, a sudden smirk arising on his face and shifting into something darker, more calculating.
Without a word, Benjamin closed the gap and pressed his lips to Cedric's, a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was a challenge, a reminder, and most of all, a game Benjamin intended to win.
For a split second, Cedric froze, his body was stiff against the sudden contact.
He could feel Benjamin's intentions—every bit of that twisted desire to make Cedric feel guilty, to remind him that he was still here, still tangled up in Benjamin's web.
It was a kiss that mocked him, that told Cedric he was no different, that whatever moral high ground he thought he had was just as flimsy as the smoke that lingered between them.
Cedric's initial reaction was to pull away, to put up some kind of resistance, but the heat of Benjamin's mouth against his own was like a drug he couldn't quite quit.
