There was such a huge difference in exasperatedly watching Klaus squirm and move and press in close with some stranger, neither of them knowing each others' name, and experiencing it. Ben liked it now, the way Klaus moved into this space like there was really any left between them anyway. Liked how Klaus took up claim on his person and space like it'd always been his take take in the first place. (It had. It was.)
Kissing was easy. So easy. Not really the being talented part of it, because Ben was pretty sure he didn't know what to do with his tongue and there was probably a better trick to regulating just how wet or dry this could be, but frankly those were small, silly concerns that he didn't really have time to focus on. Not with how easy it was to lean forward for every kiss, to take some of his own.
Bill might have started it, sure, accidentally, but Ben was pretty sure it'd been coming to this anyway. There was no way that it wouldn't have.
And it wasn't just about him. It wasn't like it was some kind of learning experience that he just expected Klaus to teach him so he could go off and use it elsewhere. It was about his brother liking it, too.
"Yes," he murmured, muffled maybe but there was still an obvious tone of approval, there. "Yes, please." Ever polite was Ben, but he wasn't interested in taking it slow and easy. That wasn't how life really worked and he could have these things, now.