"I haven't actually seen him since that day. He emails."

So, no, he isn't. Sasha holds Lev tighter. 

"He's sleeping regularly? I never get emails at night anymore. And he cares a lot about destroying Kingpin."

"I guess. 

Are you okay? If Asher communicates by email and I haven't been coming over — not that I think you don't talk to anyone else —" 

"I don't actually talk to anyone else. --I'm fine. I didn't talk to anyone for a really long time, I don't mind doing it again."

"Yeah, and you weren't fine.

I'll text more. And I'll see you in the afternoon." 

"You don't have to if it's better for you not to see me, you're the one who, uh, you know. I want you to take care of yourself."

"I love you and I missed you and I want to see you more. This isn't a — noble sacrifice, or something."

Extremely tight hugs.

"You make me so happy."

"You make me so happy too — I have most of that text conversation memorized now, I read it over in class when I can't focus on anything else —" 

Lev nuzzles Sasha. 

"Thank you. I-- thank you."

"Thank you." 

Cuddles?

Cuddles!! 

Back in Stark Tower, the sex pollen has arrived.

Sex pollen is a good way to practice resisting mind control, because the worst thing that happens is that you have a ton of sex. No one ever murders someone because they're on sex pollen. It doesn't happen.

"Jarvis, don't let me text Sasha until it wears off," he says, locks himself in his room, and breathes it in. 

And all his thoughts fly away from his mind.

His clothes. Why is he wearing clothes. They're so uncomfortable, so tight, so constricting. He strips off as quickly as he can but that doesn't help. He can feel air particles brushing against his skin like the touch of a lover. It would take too much effort to get to the bed so he wraps his hand around his cock standing, and it's so so good and so so frustrating-- he needs lips, he needs hands and mouths and asses, but trying to get one would mean he isn't touching himself and that's unbearable to think about--

Mouths. Sasha's mouth. Sasha's mouth wrapped around his dick and Sasha's moaning and he's fucking his face and it's so good and he's so beautiful and--

Asher finishes and it gives him a moment to think-- he can't find Sasha's number on his phone, can't figure out why, but that's too much work, he needs a dick in his ass right now, he needs someone to fuck until every part of him stops aching to be touched, he can find someone else--

He texts a dozen of his former fuckbuddies:

got sex pollened. help

coming over

need cock in my ass. plz

what is your life

Security lets him in, Jarvis lets him to the top floor, and he knocks on Asher's door. 

And Asher is instantly pushing him against the wall and kissing him. 

"I need my mouth on your cock right now."

He lets himself be pinned to the wall. "That's fast. How did this even —"

"— oh. Yeah. Yeah, that's good." 

That question has nothing to do with cocksucking and is therefore boring. 

"Yeah — yeah, keep doing that, that's —" 

He's pulling Asher's hair hard enough to hurt but Asher is probably not going to mind and, what the fuck is Asher's life even, how do you get sex pollened in your own bedroom —

Alex is not going to get an answer to this question, because that question is not directly related to Asher getting fucked.

Asher is so enthusiastic about having his hair pulled.

Really, ideally, he needs another cock in his ass and maybe something warm and wet around his dick but coordinating that seems like it would involve not giving Alex a blowjob and stopping that for even one second is unthinkable.