He arches up. "Ah — I love how loud you, can make me —" 

"I want to make you scream." He bites Sasha's nipple.

"Oh god Lev — please — do —" 

He alternates biting and kissing Sasha's nipples while he touches Sasha's back and sides. "You're so beautiful, I love touching you."

"Keep doing that, keep doing that," he's holding onto Lev's shoulders hard enough to hurt. 

That's really nice! He likes making Sasha lose control. And he is definitely capable of following instructions.

He's grinding his cock up against Sasha's thigh without really noticing. 

The upside to wearing jeans is that if you get the angle right you can kind of grind against the seam. The downside is everything else. "Lev — please, Lev —" 

Lev parses that "please" as general encouragement to keep biting him.

Being bitten does not exactly make him more coherent but he can let go of Lev's shoulders long enough to get the button open and them pulled off his hips.

Oh. Oh.

That's-- terrifying and hot and he wants.

"Tell me what to do?"  

"I — take the rest of my clothes off?"

Lev takes off his pants and then stares.

"Sasha, you're gorgeous."

"Thank you," almost a moan.  

His underwear are soaked through. 

That is incredibly hot. 

Lev takes off Sasha's underwear reverently. 

He's shivering the whole time. 

(It's been so long since anyone looked at him like this — he's not actually sure it's ever happened —) 

"Are you cold? Do you need something?"

Lev presses his palm against Sasha's pubic bone.

He pulls Lev down and kisses him. 

"Not cold," he says, and with his other hand he adjusts Lev's hand so it's putting pressure where he wants it to, "just need you." 

"Oh god," Lev says, and kisses him.

Lev touches Sasha the ways that Sasha told him to. He's a quick learner.

He's shaking — this isn't objectively all that much but it's different when it's Lev, different when it's someone who's focused on him, different when it's someone who cares — he keeps kissing Lev, over and over and over, keeps pressing his hips into Lev's fingers —

He's hissing between his teeth and keeps his hand moving and kisses Sasha. It's so wonderful to watch him and to know that he caused this and Sasha feels this way because of him. 

The sounds coming out of his mouth get more and more desperate; his hips move more, he presses harder against Lev's hand. The shaking gets more intense, everything gets more intense —

He's going to make Sasha come.

This is the hottest thing he can imagine. 

He's pulled a little bit away from Sasha so that he can watch Sasha's face. His other hand nestles in Sasha's hair and then pulls.

His head falls back and he squeezes his eyes shut and his whole body spasms once, twice, three times, before he goes limp. 

Lev kisses his temple. "You're lovely."

His eyelids flutter but stay shut. "Thank you." 

He reaches up and tugs Lev downwards.