He shifts so his head is on Lev's thigh. He does not say Never? What if I ask nicely? 

"Thank you. — I wasn't intending to get that personal when I started talking, sorry. I did mean it when I said you put your money where your mouth is, voting isn't the only way to do that." 

"I... like knowing things about you. Even things that kind of make me want to commit murder."

"You're very sweet. Please don't commit murder, he's not worth the effort."

"I won't! Prison doesn't have you."

That's cute! Lev is really very cute. Instead of expressing this sentiment in words he opts to express it by smooshing his face into Lev's thigh. 

Oh gosh a cute person is smooshing his face into Lev's thigh. This calls for kissing hair-petting.

He purrs and moves his head so Lev's hand is where he wants it. 

Work is not really that important. 

He'll keep purring, then. 

Kneeling at someone's feet while they're playing with his hair and making purring sounds interspersed with small soft pleased whimpery sounds, with absolutely zero expectation of sex, is weird but very nice. 

Lev is getting really good at petting Sasha's hair in a way he likes, possibly because whenever he's doing it he is concentrating wholly and entirely on how Sasha feels and what might make Sasha feel good. 

"Mm. You're so distracting."

The whimpery sounds get louder, longer. 

(He should really find a vibe he likes if he's going to keep doing this, he thinks absentmindedly.) 

Lev is having an urge to pull Sasha's hair and listen to him hiss. But Sasha said that would make him want sex, and Lev is... conflicted about sex to begin with and definitely doesn't want to send any sort of message that he expects it. 

He starts massaging Sasha's neck with his other hand.

A soft broken sound, and he melts into Lev. 

Lev keeps massaging his neck, his shoulders, his scalp, the sides of his face.

When he massages Sasha's shoulders he notices that Sasha definitely isn't wearing a shirt under his sweater and makes a low noise deep in his throat.

That's a good sound. How does he get Lev to make it more. 

He's so so so relaxed; he couldn't hold back the way he's moaning even if it occurred to him that maybe he should try. 

He really, really likes making Sasha moan. 

He starts making these little possessive sounds whenever something makes Sasha moan particularly loudly.

Ohhhhhh. Those are also good sounds. 

If you use your fingernails on his back and shoulders and scalp, you can get Sasha to make some extremely interesting noises. 

He scrapes a fingernail across Sasha's back by accident and says "sorry, sorry."

He arches his spine and gasps — "don't be, that's perfect —" 

"You're perfect."

Lev scratches his back and shoulders and scalp. He's breathing heavily and moaning.

So is Sasha. 

"You should pull my — ah yes there — my hair," breathy and more than a little desperate. 

"Are you sure?"

He said that made him want to have sex-- but that might not mean he wants to have sex right now-- maybe it's a different thing, maybe it only works like that for him sometimes--

He nods emphatically. "Want you to touch me — want you to fuck me — definitely want you to pull my hair, Lev, please —" 

Meanwhile, at the kitchen--

"They're fucking," Shelly said. "I can hear them."

"In the library?" Edith says.

"Well, it is his house, he can have sex in any room he wants to."

Lev freezes. "I don't-- I can't--"