Kaleva falls back onto the bed and smiles up at Sasha. "I was totally intending to have a responsible adult conversation about feelings, but you are too pretty and actually all I want to do is have more sex."

"Am I now." That sounds like a good moment to bite down on Kaleva's neck, still not quite hard enough to leave a bruise, and start getting his clothes off. 

"It's really unfair! You should have a less good face."

"I don't know," kiss, "if it's getting me results like this," kiss, "maybe I shouldn't," kiss, and another bite, this one on the muscle where Kaleva's neck meets his shoulder. 

"You," kiss, "should have fewer clothes," kiss, "so I can see," hairpetting, "if the rest of you is just as good."

What a good plan. Sasha sits back on his heels and strips his shirt off — he's thin, not worryingly so but it's noticeable, with a visible collarbone and sharp shoulders — and then goes right back to kissing Kaleva, lets his left hand slide under the hem of Kaleva's shirt to rest on his side. 

Kaleva pulls his shirt down so that it continues to be fully on his body, then runs his hands along Sasha's back and sides.

"Oh, Sasha-- Sasha you're so beautiful-- I love touching you, I love kissing you, I love the way your chest looks--"

Huh. Yeah, that makes sense when he thinks about it, in Auradon they probably don't have to care whether you'd lose any fight you got into, or whether you're good enough at what you do that you have enough to eat. It's still weird, though. 

"Kaleva — " He keeps petting Kaleva's side, kisses him again, "Kaleva, c'mon, let's get this off so I can see you, you're gorgeous —"

"No, you're gorgeous, I'm kinda weird-looking."

"Kaleva." Kiss. "You're beautiful." Another kiss, this one deeper. "Whatever's under here," he tugs at Kaleva's shirt, "I'm going to like it." A kiss to Kaleva's jawline, followed by a quick gentle bite. "Let me see you," kiss, "let me touch you, Kaleva —" 

"I am not beautiful," Kaleva objects, but he lets Sasha take off his shirt.

He looks like a pale flabby nerd who doesn't really go outside or exercise, possibly because he is a nerd who doesn't really go outside or exercise.

He looks like he's never gone hungry a day in his life, is what he looks like. "You are," and Sasha runs his free hand over Kaleva with something like wonder. (He's never known anyone this soft, before. He knows better than to say that out loud to Kaleva.) 

Kaleva's back arches. "You like me," he says in a tone of awe.

"I do." 

This seems like it calls for more kissing. 

Shirtless kissing is really nice!

Kaleva approves.

It really is, isn't it? 

It's really a shame that you need your hands to get somebody's pants off; Sasha doesn't want to take his hands off of Kaleva. 

It's okay, Kaleva can take his own pants off!

Oh, good, now Sasha has something else interesting that he can touch. 

That is really distracting, but Kaleva is going to try to pull off Sasha's pants too.

(There is an increasingly incoherent stream of praise, interspersed with "oh" and "Sasha.")

He can spare his hands long enough to strip the rest of the way, and then he goes right back to what he was doing, leaves trails of kisses and soft bites over Kaleva's chest. 

Kaleva's hands are entangled in Sasha's hair and he's grinning.

Good. Good. They should stay there, and he should stay that way. 

Sasha keeps kissing him as he makes his way down Kaleva's torso, kisses each of his hips, kisses the insides of his thighs, and then swallows down Kaleva's cock. 

Kaleva gasps and pulls Sasha's hair.

He hums, pleased, and keeps running his hand up and down the inside of Kaleva's thigh. 

"You're so good, I love you."