He's learned how to walk without falling, in theory, but usually this door has a stair after it and suddenly it doesn't, and in short Sasha lands on the floor of somewhere that is definitely not his apartment.
He looks up, bleary.
He's learned how to walk without falling, in theory, but usually this door has a stair after it and suddenly it doesn't, and in short Sasha lands on the floor of somewhere that is definitely not his apartment.
He looks up, bleary.
"Don't be." More face kissing.
(Sasha's eyes are very large and very bright; they're a lighter, warmer brown than Lily's, with little bits of gold. Today they're noticeably brighter than they were yesterday.)
He makes quiet little breathy sounds when Lev touches his hair — Lev's hands feel different, they have rough spots in weird places and the skin is a different texture and the shape is different from Pretty hands in a hundred subtle ways, and Sasha's — kind of into that? He rocks forward against Lev.
Lev makes little whimpery sounds into Sasha's mouth. His hands touch Sasha's neck, his shoulders.
He giggles and kisses Lev on the nose. "It is. You're cute."
His hands are — wandering. Lev's body feels so different.
Lev freezes when Sasha's hands go up his shirt, then slowly and deliberately relaxes. He stops touching Sasha.
Strange things Sasha might notice: body hair! pudginess! pasty pale skin!
"I told you yesterday-- I don't like going farther than kissing if I'm not in love with the person?"
Kissing is good. He doesn't think about how Lev doesn't want him.
It — seems to solve itself; Sasha goes relaxed and shining-eyed and smiley again very quickly.
Well, that works.
Eventually Lev places one last kiss on his forehead and says, "I'm going to get you some breakfast. Do you have requests, or do you want to try something Lily would like, or do you want the Bar to pick?"
Lev returns with a tray and two plates: French toast with chocolate syrup and sausages, which he puts in front of Sasha, and eggs, hash browns, and bacon, which he puts in front of himself.
There are calorie purgers back home, it'll be fine. He eats.
His eyes have gone a little bit unfocused.