"I would like that," he teased, giving a little shiver when she fluffed his hair and kissed his neck. Illya liked his hair neat, but Sinthia loved to run her fingers through it and muss it up.
Solo smiled, watching them as she ruffled his hair like a little boy. It was cute, even if for a portion of a second, Illya looked annoyed by it. Solo moved closer to the couple at her invitation and took her hand. He gave Sintia a charming smile, but leaned closer to the tall Russian to kiss his lips. Illya's lips tasted of whiskey, but also of the lime and vodka. It was an interesting flavor. While he kissed the big man, he took hold of his jacket and pushed it down off Illya's shoulders. So that she could take it the rest of the way off him.
Solo carefully untucked Illya's turtleneck sweater and proceeded to carefully peel it from him without hurting his shoulder. He tossed the shirt off the bed to join Illya's jacket. The man was pale, but covered in all of those interesting tattoos. He had a fluff of blonde chest hair just below his collar bones. And as he recovered, he was rebuilding his muscle tone. "See you've already marked him," he chuckled running a finger over the hickey on his neck. "That explains why he'd cover up such a beautiful body."
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Date: 2016-04-29 03:31 am (UTC)Solo smiled, watching them as she ruffled his hair like a little boy. It was cute, even if for a portion of a second, Illya looked annoyed by it. Solo moved closer to the couple at her invitation and took her hand. He gave Sintia a charming smile, but leaned closer to the tall Russian to kiss his lips. Illya's lips tasted of whiskey, but also of the lime and vodka. It was an interesting flavor. While he kissed the big man, he took hold of his jacket and pushed it down off Illya's shoulders. So that she could take it the rest of the way off him.
Solo carefully untucked Illya's turtleneck sweater and proceeded to carefully peel it from him without hurting his shoulder. He tossed the shirt off the bed to join Illya's jacket. The man was pale, but covered in all of those interesting tattoos. He had a fluff of blonde chest hair just below his collar bones. And as he recovered, he was rebuilding his muscle tone. "See you've already marked him," he chuckled running a finger over the hickey on his neck. "That explains why he'd cover up such a beautiful body."