“I guess. If I had money.”

He digs around in drawers until he finds a lump of wax.

“But I’ve never worn anything I didn’t make. Or find. I don’t wanna forget that.”

"I mean, I could get you earrings if you wanted. Or raw materials so you don't have to steal them from the school."

He gives him a much more searching look than the situation seems to require.

“...raw materials could be okay,” he says, cautiously. “If you care that much.”

"My dad gives me an allowance designed for a normal person, not a recluse who only ever spends money on books. But you can probably just use their materials and pretend it comes out of my materials fee."

“...thanks,” he tries, uncertainly.

"You're welcome."

He’s careful and methodical about his moldmaking — he ends up with a whole array of spirals and bars and a couple of odd little T-shapes.

When he melts the silver to pour, he drops in the old paperclip-earring he took out, too.

He doesn’t leave his state of concentration until the silver is cooling.

“...nobody can get in here without the key, right?”

Kaleva is reading a book. "They can't," he answers without paying much attention.

“Great.”

There is a hand in Kaleva’s lap, and it’s unbuttoning his pants.

Aaaaaaaaaaaa.

Through an enormous effort of willpower, Kaleva grabs Z's hand and pushes it away. "Stop it, I don't want that."

“...you don’t,” he says, in a tone of deep disbelief.

"No. It's evil."

Z may be able to notice that Kaleva does not have the facial expression of a person who doesn't want to have sex with him, and also became hard as soon as Z started undoing his pants.

"That doesn't mean you don't want somebody to do it."

He reaches over again and nudges the evidence with his fingertips.

Kaleva whimpers. He doesn't move away Z's hand, but he says, "I don't want that?" He doesn't sound very convinced.

...yeah, this is an Auradon thing.

"Relax."

He finishes undoing Kaleva's pants.

"This is just how it works. You did something for me, so I do something for you."

"I might not have had friends before but I am pretty sure you don't have to pay back friendship with, with sodomy!"

He is not fighting this at all. 

Or maybe this is just Kaleva's thing.

"...sodomy? Seriously?" 

He's getting flashbacks to being 14.

He pulls down the front of Kaleva's underwear.

"I was reading about it in the library just now! That's what it's called!"

Kaleva's knuckles are white as he's clutching the sides of the chair, and he's breathing heavily.

"You looked it up? Just now?"

He closes his hand around Kaleva's cock and starts to stroke him with a frankly unsettling degree of nonchalance.

If Z wanted a coherent answer he really shouldn't have started touching Kaleva's cock, because Kaleva has thrown his head back and his mouth is opened into an O and he's chanting "oh god oh god oh god."

"Shh. Somebody's gonna hear you."

He doesn't stop, though. Of course not.

Kaleva throws his arm in front of his mouth and bites down. Hard. 

He stops talking but his thighs are shaking and his toes are curling.

He can't believe he can do this much to him just with his hand. Without even trying, really.

He seems fascinated by Kaleva's face, by the teeth sunk into his arm.

Kaleva's face is twisting and he's breathing hard and he's making little noises that he can't stop even with biting into his arm.

He's pretty obviously about to come.

He stops.