Sol can figure out how to get at the button on the other man’s pants, and then to unzip them. It’s an easy enough task, and the rewards are certainly with, Sol’s fingers slipping under boxers to touch the bare flesh of Legault’s ass, to slide around to find his waist. Sol has their fronts pressed together, and he doesn’t want to interfere with that, even as he does shift for a moment to try to peel down, too, Legault’s boxers.

They’re getting closer to skin on skin, and while part of Sol considers moving this to a bed — they do have two of them — he dismisses the idea after a moment. There’s something that feels right about their current location.