Illya looked around the room when he stepped inside. He was a little surprised that it wasn't a bit more lavish. Then there was no more time for looking. Solo's lips were on his, their bodies pressed together.

He automatically took a step backward, and his back was pressed against the door. Illya was only a few inches taller than the American, but he found himself sinking a little to better fit into Solo's embrace. His hands roamed Solo's back sliding down to his ass.

"You do not waste time. I like this," Illya panted when their lips parted.