"That's okay, I don't want to move." He holds Sasha tighter. "Sorry."

"Don't be." 

He doesn't know how to explain "I have created an elaborate rationalization in which I'm not sexually assaulting you as long as I don't directly derive any sexual pleasure from the sex we're having and so the fact that I came is really fucking me up."

So he doesn't. 

"I should probably go clean myself up but I don't want to move."

Kiss. Nuzzle. Careful experimental shifting. Something is clearly wrong but Sasha can't tell what. 

"Clean yourself up, I'll be here when you're done." 

He gets up, goes to the bathroom, changes into a new pair of pants, and comes back.

"I could. Take off my clothes. For you. If you want."

"Please?" 

His breathing still hasn't evened out. 

He pulls off his shirt. 

(He's pale and hairy and skinnyfat tending towards pudgy and it is unthinkable to him that anyone could look at him and like what they see.) 

He thinks he should be looking away, but instead he's watching Sasha very closely for a flash of disgust. 

There isn't one. 

He pauses anxiously and then undoes his pants and pulls them and his underwear off in one movement. 

"So this is what I look like."

"You should come cuddle me," says Sasha, who is still not really very coherent. 

He does. 

"Wow."

Lev is good. Cuddly and good. 

"Mm?" 

"Cuddling you is a lot nicer when there aren't a bunch of clothes in the way."

"It is," he says, and shifts so there aren't so many spaces between them. 

!!!!

Sasha is so soft and warm and good.

Lev is so soft and warm and good. And good for cuddling. This is very important. 

"You're so warm," he says. "'N pretty. You should know that." 

"I'm not, but thank you."

"You are. You have a good smile. And a good face and pretty eyes and you're good for hugging." 

"Everyone has pretty eyes. Eyes are just a pretty body part."

He shakes his head insistently. "Not everyone. And yours are prettier." 

"Thank you."

He notices that Sasha didn't mention how he feels about any part of Lev's body under his neck. Polite of him.

He smooshes himself into Lev. "And you're good for cuddling. Did I mention that? It's important. Lots of people aren't but you are." 

"Well, I wouldn't know, I've only ever cuddled you."

Distressed noise. "You should have gotten to cuddle everyone. Or at least a lot more people." 

He runs a finger along Lev's collarbone, down his sternum. 

He hisses. 

"Maybe someday."