"— I don't either actually but we can use the guest room I stay in sometimes for tonight." Sasha does know where that is and can lead Lev there. 

And Lev is going to be instantly on top of him and kissing him and grinding against his thigh. 

Oh good. 

Sasha relaxes under him and kisses him back and lets himself be pinned down to the mattress. 

Lev pins down Sasha's wrists while his thumbs circle around the openings. He presses kisses all across Sasha's face.

Sasha was not prepared at all for how good it would feel to be touched there — he's gasping every few seconds, whenever Lev's thumbs brush against the openings themselves; he presses his body up into Lev. 

Lev takes one hand off Sasha's wrist and starts fumbling with his pants.

Yes good he should definitely have fewer clothes. They should both have fewer clothes. 

Sasha doesn't have a lot of scars — he's very very good at dodging — but there's enough that it's clear why he didn't want to take his clothes off before. 

The process of taking off clothes would probably go a lot faster if he wasn't constantly stopping to kiss Sasha's lips or his scars or his webshooters or the hollow in his throat. 

But Lev is physically incapable of going more than a few minutes without kissing him.

Sasha is completely fine with this! 

He kisses Lev back when Lev's face is close enough and moans and gasps when it isn't, but even so between the two of them they can get both of their clothes off. 

Now Lev can do the same thing he was doing before-- on top of Sasha, hands on Sasha's wrists, thumbs on his webshooters, mouth on Sasha's-- except now he can feel all of Sasha's warm soft naked skin and he can grind his cock directly against Sasha's. 

His hands twitch a little against Lev's hold, not really struggling. 

He's so, so relaxed. You can get him to relax just by pulling his hair but Lev has definitely never seen him quite this relaxed before. 

Lev lets go of his wrists and starts kissing down his body, across his chest and stomach and hips. 

His back arches and he presses upwards — he's less relaxed but his eyes are closed and his hands go straight to Lev's hair and he's still moaning — 

Lev reaches Sasha's dick, takes him into his mouth, and immediately chokes.

Sasha's hands tighten in Lev's hair. 

He gets more of the hang of it after a little bit-- his teeth still accidentally scrape against Sasha's dick, and he still chokes sometimes, but his mouth is warm and wet and he moans around Sasha's dick like sucking Sasha off is the hottest thing he could imagine.

Oh, that's — that's really, really good — Sasha bites down on the side of his wrist to keep himself quiet, shudders into Lev's mouth, pulls on Lev's hair with his other hand. 

He hisses when Sasha pulls his hair, loses his rhythm, and winds up accidentally scraping Sasha with his teeth again.

What if he just takes Lev's head by the hair and moves it the way he wants. 

That's good, that's very good.

Lev is moaning really loudly, absolutely unconcerned with the possibility that someone might be listening.

(Asher puts the pillow over his head and contemplates soundproofing technology.)

Sasha bites down harder and makes little whimpering noises around his wrist and keeps moving Lev, keeps pushing his hips into Lev's mouth, keeps pulling Lev's hair. 

Lev reaches up, pulls Sasha's hand away from his mouth, and says "I like hearing you."

Then he goes back to sucking on Sasha's dick. Sasha made a little whimpering noise last time he moved his tongue like this, maybe this time...

"It's, it's two AM, Asher's probably — ohhhh —"

(Asher is thinking about whether it would make him a bad person if he gave in and jerked off to the live porn soundtrack.)