Sol groans against the contact, letting himself feel the enjoyment of it, and expressing it. His hands shift to pull Legault a little of the way away from the wall so he can squeeze the other man’s ass, to appreciate the contact of flesh and muscle underneath his fingers. It reminds him of a very good reason for why they might move this to a bedroom. Sol dropped his head to press his teeth against the skin over Legault’s collarbone, sucking a bruise against it and giving himself a moment to not think.

This was a great idea, though. “D’you have lube?” Sol asks, because he’s aroused enough now to focus on where this might be going, to want to at least know what his options are. And if there’s lubricant suitable for human use in this apartment it’s almost certainly in Legault’s possession.