Later, Ben wouldn't regret the punch. It did make things easier, he had to admit; he knew that if he'd been sober it would have been awkward and anxious and he would have been thinking about whether it was right or wrong and overanalysing every second. It was so nice not to have to think for a while, to just do what felt good, to react instinctively to Hector's mouth on his, to Hector's hand in his hair.
The nape of his neck was hot and sweaty under his collar, his skin itchy under the stiff fabric of his suit - he tugged on his jacket and shrugged it onto the floor without pulling away.