Val smiled and didn't turn away as he started towing Solomon over to the couch. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Solo, not yet, because part of him was terrified that they'd stop and he would, if Solomon asked, because right now he'd do anything that Solomon asked, but he wouldn't want to. It was new territory, all this caring about the other person stuff, and he was desperate to explore it. Maybe it would be different than other times, now that there was a thread of emotion caught up in it. Solomon got him messed up so easily and he couldn't think of any other way to explain it.
When his legs hit the couch he toppled backwards and barely managed to pull Solomon down with him. It was a nice, clean landing, Solo tucked neatly on top of him. He probably looked a mess. His dark hair fanned out around his head, free of it's messy ponytail. His lips were red, cheeks pink, chest moving up and down as he panted. There was still something hazy in his eyes, something hot and needy that came to a head as his focus settled on Solo's face.
New territory for both of them, probably. Solo wasn't used to intimacy and he wasn't used to be being liked while he was intimate, but they could work it out. He knew how to do this. He could teach. It would be hard, sure—even the tiniest brush of his skin against Solo's sent a shiver down his spine—but he had faith.
"Kiss me again?" It was a soft question, a bit hesitant. Enough to give Solo a guide but not enough to shift the balance of power. He could. He could give Solomon an order, maybe. Pull him down into a kiss, flip him over the way he'd done so many times before when pinned, but he didn't. He wanted Solomon to know that he was still in charge, that he could say no and tease and take all the time he needed to go further. "And… um… I'd really like it if you could touch me."
