"Yeah. We'll figure something out." 

He kisses Lev's shoulder. 

"Plastic wrap, maybe?"

"It's sensory hell but it might work. Any reason to think fabric wouldn't?" 

"Nope--" He grabs his shirt, puts it on Sasha's face, and kisses him.

It's warm and Lev's breath is wet through the fabric and it's not the same but Sasha pulls him closer and kisses him back anyway. 

Lev pulls Sasha on top of him and reconsiders that whole "maybe I'm too sad to be horny" thing.

He goes where he's pulled and kneels over Lev's hips and takes the shirt off his face so he can kiss Lev's cheeks and forehead and temples and the corners of his eyes and down his neck and across his shoulders. 

"You're so hot, how are you so hot--"

"It looks better on me now than it used to," and he grabs the shirt and kisses Lev full on the mouth again. 

Sasha doesn't want to take his shirt off but Lev can touch his back under his shirt, scratch him and stroke him--

Yeah — yeah, he can — Sasha digs his fingernails into Lev's shoulders and holds on tight — 

"I keep thinking about things we can try" he says, "I think if I put a vibe in you and use a remote that would work-- and I can keep you on the edge and not let you finish-- and probably, like, flogging would work-- I could tie you up-- you might be able to put a strapon on and fuck me--"

He presses his hips forward against Lev and says, "or you could put me under, or I can talk while you get yourself off, or —" 

"Blowjobs with condoms or, uh, oral sex with dental dams might work if we're careful."

"It's a shame PIV with condoms probably won't, I like doing that," and he bends down and kisses Lev's forehead. 

He looks briefly confused and then he says, "oh, you're different than my trans ex."

"Yep! It's a well-known fact about trans people, we tend to be different from one another." He kisses Lev's forehead again, and then the bridge of his nose. 

"Well, in some ways you're similar! It's not necessarily obvious that 'desire to engage in PIV' is one of the ways trans guys tend to be different!"

Sasha flops down so he's lying next to Lev rather than on top of him. "I really only got dysphoria about my chest. — get dysphoria about my chest, apparently. Top surgery made that go away but apparently the pixels thing is antihelping." 

"Yeah, Chris was dysphoric about his chest and his vulva, he didn't really want me to touch it after Claire and I pooled our money to buy him a dick."

"That's sweet of you." A kiss on Lev's cheek. "But no, I like getting fucked and having people touch my clit. — I don't like anal, I never have, it's not gender-affirming it's just unpleasant." 

"I guess there's nothing ruling out me having a strapon either."

"That's true!" 

"Or-- it was never a thing I was interested in really but I'm pretty sure they sell, like, sheaths you put on your dick so it looks like a tentacle or a werewolf dick or something."

"If kissing you through a shirt works that should work too."