Sol's not the sort of person to think of Legault as charming, certainly not the sort of person to find himself charmed, but that's alright because that hasn't ever been what he's looking for, isn't even really something that Sol is open to. Fucking is an animal act as much as a human one, and Sol might want to engage in lust but he doesn't want to dress it up as anything else.
Not when lust and gruff affection by themselves feel so good.
And that gasp is worth more than any sweet or cajoling words, and Sol's encouraged enough by them that he's drawing back, trying to make his next thrust just as rapid, to bury himself into Legault just as deeply.
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Not when lust and gruff affection by themselves feel so good.
And that gasp is worth more than any sweet or cajoling words, and Sol's encouraged enough by them that he's drawing back, trying to make his next thrust just as rapid, to bury himself into Legault just as deeply.