Val smiled and didn't turn away as he started towing Solomon over to the couch. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Solo, not yet, because part of him was terrified that they'd stop and he would, if Solomon asked, because right now he'd do anything that Solomon asked, but he wouldn't want to. It was new territory, all this caring about the other person stuff, and he was desperate to explore it. Maybe it would be different than other times, now that there was a thread of emotion caught up in it. Solomon got him messed up so easily and he couldn't think of any other way to explain it.
When his legs hit the couch he toppled backwards and barely managed to pull Solomon down with him. It was a nice, clean landing, Solo tucked neatly on top of him. He probably looked a mess. His dark hair fanned out around his head, free of it's messy ponytail. His lips were red, cheeks pink, chest moving up and down as he panted. There was still something hazy in his eyes, something hot and needy that came to a head as his focus settled on Solo's face.
New territory for both of them, probably. Solo wasn't used to intimacy and he wasn't used to be being liked while he was intimate, but they could work it out. He knew how to do this. He could teach. It would be hard, sure—even the tiniest brush of his skin against Solo's sent a shiver down his spine—but he had faith.
"Kiss me again?" It was a soft question, a bit hesitant. Enough to give Solo a guide but not enough to shift the balance of power. He could. He could give Solomon an order, maybe. Pull him down into a kiss, flip him over the way he'd done so many times before when pinned, but he didn't. He wanted Solomon to know that he was still in charge, that he could say no and tease and take all the time he needed to go further. "And… um… I'd really like it if you could touch me."
Solo hoped being this worried was normal. If not, he would probably have expected to have a heart attack long before this, but for some reason, his heart kept speeding.
Well, if he was to go, this would be one hell of an end.
He also had to mind where he stepped, even though that attention was much more absent, the rest of it locked firmly on Val. He sort of stiffened as he was tugged on to the couch, pushing the man down in front of him so Val couldn’t quite get the satisfaction of tugging them both down. If he wanted to be in charge, Solo had to act like it.
Part of him longed to step back, though, to be the one pushed. To be that little subservient man he felt like. Outside, he hated the vulnerability it brought, but for some odd reason, it sounded so appealing when Val was the subject.
But this. This was fun. Although it was uncertain and hesitant, and Solomon waited just another moment before slipping his hands, both, back beneath Val’s shirt and tracing the arc of his body, it was right. He didn’t seem to hold much confidence, but he could get used to it. He was getting used to it. It was right, and he could lead. He’d get the hang of it.
And, well, if he had to practice often… that didn’t seem so terrible either.
Without saying a word, Solo pressed another kiss to Val’s lips, but it was more of a gentle brush as he continued down to his jaw, then his neck, then along the length of his collar. It was inconsistent, though, growing less and less chaste as he continued. His hands roamed the length of Val’s chest, then wrapped around to his back, finally sliding down and resting near his hips. He didn’t dare go further, just yet. That was a whole different comfort zone he wasn’t too keen on confronting himself alone.
(Sure, or timeskip. Your choice)
(I think I'll set set up a private chat, if that's alright with you. Just give me a second!)
