"Don't remind me," Lev doesn't say.

"Yeah?" he says.

"Have you thought about the wedding any?" 

Oh god if he has to do wedding planning for his relationship that is going to stop existing in two weeks he is going to literally die. 

"I think traditionally you get engaged first and then do wedding planning."

He laughs and curls up into Lev. 

"This is true!" 

Lev kisses his forehead. "I don't want to get engaged right now because I'd like to do some sort of stupid ridiculous grand proposal."

The words taste like ash in his mouth.

He kisses Lev's shoulder. "You already know what my answer's going to be," he says, instead of "I love you." 

"I do," he says. 

Unfortunately for them, they don't agree on what Sasha's answer is going to be.

Unfortunately for them, Sasha has no idea why Lev might think the answer would be anything but yes, of course, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. 

He cuddles Lev and doesn't say anything more. 

Lev kisses him and, very deliberately, pulls his hair.

— oh. ❤️

He makes a soft pleased sound and lets his hips move forward against Lev. 

Lev bites the place where Sasha's jawline meets his neck, his hand still in Sasha's hair. "You're so beautiful."

"Ngh — keep doing that —" 

Hm, here's a bruise from the last time Lev bit Sasha. 

What does Sasha think of him biting it again?

His back arches and he moans, loud. "Lev please fuck me —" 

Lev kisses the place he just bit. "Do you want me to?"

He nods. "Please." 

So here's the problem. 

On one hand, Sasha doesn't want to have sex with him. And that makes it really dubious to be having sex with him at all but... he had rationalizations. Ways of reducing the harm. If all Sasha has to do is have lots and lots of orgasms and get hurt exactly the way he wants, then he probably isn't going to suffer that much from the experience. 

On the other hand, having Sasha beg to fuck him, knowing that Sasha doesn't really want to fuck him, knowing that he's just doing it for the money, because if he has sex with Lev he'll get exotic vacations and expensive presents and if he doesn't then he'll be homeless... well, unfortunately, that is just about all of Lev's kinks wrapped up into a single bundle. And there are definitely times when Lev is capable of recognizing that his kinks are hot in theory and horrible in reality but that is not when a hot guy is writhing in front of him begging him to fulfill them. 

He nips Sasha's shoulder. "Convince me?"

It takes him a moment to find words. 

"Please, Lev, I've wanted this for so long — please, please let me feel you, want you so much —" 

Lev's shirt and pants hit the floor. 

"Keep talking."

He keeps babbling, want you and please and fuck me and Lev arranged in various combinations, lets his head fall back against the bed. 

Lev crawls on top of him and kisses him. "Suck me off?"

"Yes." 

He kisses him back, leaves more kisses down Lev's neck and down his breastbone and down his torso until he gets to Lev's cock and goes all the way down. 

He props his head up with a pillow so he can look at Sasha with his mouth around his cock.

(Sasha who doesn't want to fuck him, Sasha who's only doing this for the money, Sasha who has to pretend to be into it because Lev has power over him and can make him do that--) 

Sasha's mouth is warm and wet and he gasps. 

It's been six months, give or take a few days, since he's done this; he'd almost forgotten how good it is. 

He pauses for a moment and then when he hears the gasp he starts moving. 

He has never done this. 

Sasha's mouth and lips and tongue send waves of pleasure through his body, make him grip the sheets tightly and bite his lip and groan, and all the while he thinks that he's taking advantage of Sasha, that he's using him, and normally those thoughts would make him feel guilty but right now he is so incredibly turned on.