Illya's eyes were closed. Taking the invitation, he thrust a little deeper down Solo's throat. He did not press Solo's head to go deeper, but kept his hands soft in his hair. He did not have a need to be rough with his partner. Illya could already feel his cock hitting the back of Solo's throat. "Da..."

He opened his eyes to see Solo looking up at his face and his legs trembled, "Solo, ya idu..."