He didn't care about the academy, or the rooms, or the weres. He just wanted to feel the air on his face and through his wings, he wanted the walls to stop pushing in on him, pinning him, trapping him. Ben's words helped him to focus, his anger, warm and thick as it beat against him, helped even more. He took a step towards Ben, then another until their bodies were almost pressed up against each other.
"Trust?" He asked as he slammed the door behind Ben closed and backed him up until Ben's back was pressed up against it. He kept demanding more, to be given more, shown more, yet he offered little to nothing of himself in return. "Do you think I would follow just anyone underground, trust anyone enough? I feel buried alive down here, like I’m encased in a crypt." He said as he pressed up against Ben, he was angry yes, but not just at Ben, he was also angry at himself for feeling so vulnerable, so weak, for feeling out of control because of the situation instead of being in control. Being this close to Ben helped to distract him from where he was but also confused and frustrated him in an entirely different way.
He ran his hands up over Ben's stomach and chest, his hands hard and firm as they glided over him. If he gave Ben all his focus, concentrated on only him and blocked everything else out he could ignore where he was, gain control over his unease, his need to escape, the need to get out at any and all costs. He traced his hands along Ben's shoulders then down his arm, memories of undressing him like this back in his office filled his mind and he almost smiled as he slowly drew Ben’s arms up above his head, pinning them there, his eyes hot and almost predatory as he looked into Ben's eyes, focusing on them, on him, on his body instead of the walls behind him, behind them, above them, around them. He swallowed audibly, his back quivering as another shiver raised goose bumps along his spine as his attention wavered. His tongue flicked minutely over his lips as he licked them. "Each step down here was like a little death." He confessed quietly as he leaned his face in, his lips hovering a hairs breadth away from Ben's. "The walls press in upon me, they trap and squash me. I am a creature of air and fire, Ben; of open skies and endless horizons. I do not do well when enclosed or underground" He admitted with the barest moan of despair and fear before he captured those cool lips with his feverish like ones, capturing and sipping those irresistible and cool lips, his tongue slipping past them to delve and taste Ben. his hands continuing to hold his arms pinned above his head with enough force so Ben could feel his strength but not enough so that he couldn't pull away and push him off if he wanted or needed to. He was talking too much, confessing too much, giving too much away, but he felt undone on so many levels.
He moved on from Ben's mouth and made his way down to Ben's nape, his lips delicately kissing and tasting Ben’s skin as he traced his way down his throat. He drew upon Ben's anger and wrapped it around himself like a cuddle blanket, his breath warm against Ben's neck as he breathed him in. His unique slightly coppery scent easing him even more as he whispered against his skin. "I like your anger, you should let it out more, use it instead of banking and burying it. Channel it to destroy Jake and his allies if that is something that interests you."