It is nice to do foreplay when you think you might be able to have an orgasm with your partner at the end of it!

Lev gasps. 

He finishes getting Lev's shirt off and takes one of Lev's hands and puts it in his hair. 

Lev's hand is still.

"Do you. Like. The way I look? I mean it's okay if you don't I just. Want to know."

"I do. It's you." 

That definitely feels like a way of avoiding the 'is Lev generally attractive? no he is not' question, but Lev's insecurity has ruined enough things in the past week that he's not going to push it.

He pulls Sasha's hair hard.

He moans loud and tips his head back, lets his hips move against Lev.

Sasha is wearing too many clothes. He should be wearing fewer clothes.

Yes. Yes he should. 

He keeps moving once his clothes are off, puts his hands on Lev's shoulders and rocks forward against Lev's hips. 

Lev leans his head back against the bedframe, hisses, and scratches Sasha's back. "You're so good for me."

It's hard to tell whether the way he sighs is at the scratching or the praise. 

"Love you," he says, softly, "I'll be so good for you," and he doesn't stop moving but he does squeeze his thighs around Lev. 

That's nice. 

Lev scratches him again. "You're my good boy."

"Oh —" 

He closes his eyes. He's moving slower, more gentle. His face has gone soft; his hands are relaxed. "Yours. Your good boy." 

Lev kisses him gently and sweetly, softly runs a hand down his side.

"Mine, all mine. I love you."

He shivers at the touch. "Love you. All yours. Your good boy." 

Lev bites him and murmurs into the place he bit, "you make me so happy."

His eyes close. "I — love you — Lev, please," and his hands aren't so gentle on Lev's shoulders. 

Lev nips him again. "Please what?"

"Fuck me, mark me up, whatever you want — please, yours, your good boy," he's leaning forward against Lev's chest now. 

"I can't take off my pants if you're sitting on me! --Also we should probably talk about STDs."

He goes up on his knees so Lev can get his pants off. "The doctor I saw right before I met you ran a test and I haven't slept with anyone but you since then." 

Lev shimmies his pants off. "That's good. I liked getting to feel you."

"Good." 

He lowers himself slowly down onto Lev's cock, lets his hands fall on Lev's sides. 

"Yours," he murmurs, still soft, into Lev's neck. 

"Ah ah aaaaaah," Lev says.

It is hard to think with Sasha on top of him, warm and wet and soft and good. He hopes Sasha isn't planning on him being able to have any coherent thoughts.

He isn't. 

"Yours," he repeats. "All yours." He rocks his hips experimentally, then gasps and does it again. "Your — your good boy." 

Lev moans when Sasha rocks his hips and then moans again when he gasps. His hands find Sasha's hips and push them. "I love you, you're mine, don't go away again."