"I could get you close," Lev says, "and not let you finish, and watch you beg..."

He laughs shakily. 

"You could," he says, "over and over and over…" 

"I'd like that," he says. "See if it's as hard for you to walk after you've almost come twelve times as it is when you've actually come twelve times."

"Wouldn't be so melted, confounding factors," still shaky. 

Lev kisses him. "I like when you say 'confounding factors' about sex."

He kisses him back. "I love you." 

"I love you." He closes his eyes and rests his head against Sasha's shoulder.

He's so good. Sasha pets his hair. 

Moving is really hard and he doesn't want to do it. This maybe has something to do with having had sex and maybe has something to do with the fact that he hasn't eaten anything since yesterday morning. 

After a few minutes he pulls back and kisses Lev's forehead. "You mentioned being hungry?" 

"S'okay," he says. "Cuddles."

"Cuddles," he agrees. 

Sasha is so nice. Cuddles are nice. He feels warm and happy and sleepy. 

Sasha keeps holding him, keeps petting his hair, hums softly. 

He murmurs various things more-or-less incoherently on the theme of "love you."

Cuuute. 

He murmurs "Love you" and "so good" and "yours" and keeps petting, keeps his other hand rubbing curcles into Lev's back. 

Lev falls asleep.

He holds him for a moment longer, then slips out of his arms and writes a note that says "getting food, be right back, love you" and goes down to the kitchen, because Lev's been up for five and a half hours and probably hasn't eaten today. 

He doesn't bother trying to cook, just grabs a box of cereal and two bowls and goes back upstairs. 

Lev is blinking sleepily at him when he opens the door. "Oh, food. That sounds nice," he says. 

Sasha settles back in next to him and kisses his forehead. "I just got cereal, I wanted to be back as fast as I could." 

Lev eats one bite of cereal, pauses, and then starts shoveling cereal into his mouth as fast as he can. 

"…you okay?" 

"I think the last time I ate was... two bites of eggs yesterday morning?" he says with a mouthful of cereal.

"When you finish that we're going downstairs and I'm making you real food." 

"You were gone! I was too sad to eat!"