His hands quickly find a place on Sol’s shoulders, legs finding a footrest on the other side of Sol. If he lets Sol fuck him without a good grip, he’s pretty sure he’ll end up getting a concussion on the car door. That’s exciting, though. Everything is a little uncomfortable, but this is also just about as cramped as he could get with another body.

He’ll have to be creative more often, he thinks, especially if Sol is going to be this receptive in the future.

The slowness is an appreciated change, and it allows him to appreciate this a little more. But it also leaves him focused enough that he can still talk, and that’s always a bad idea. "You ever done this before?"