"'m ready." Sol hasn't been sloppy with the preparation, knows better than that, but thoroughness doesn't have to take too long, and watching Legault has only made him more eager to be inside of the other man. Sol twists his hand around his dick as a way to try to hold on a little, before he can shift to line himself up, moving as soon as Legault seems settled in where he's at. They'll undoubtedly fix in on a better position as soon as he starts to move, anyway.

Not that he's going to be moving quite yet, given that he knows he has to sink in slowly, give them both time to adjust to the closeness and the way that Legault's body needs to yield to Sol's. It's a good thing that that part is enjoyable as well, particularly since from this position Sol can -- and will -- watch Legault's face, ready to see that eagerness flit over him.

For all that Sol is quiet, that that's generally his way, he doesn't ask for or even really want the same from Legault, at least not once they actually get into the real reasons for them to meet up.