Lev kisses back desperately.

Poor thing. Sasha doesn't stop. 

Asher ponders whether he should point out that he's here but eventually decides that that might make Lev stop kissing Sasha and he clearly needs it.

He holds onto Sasha very very tightly, hard enough to hurt; he makes little noises into Sasha's mouth; it has not occurred to him at all that he might want anything other than kissing Sasha. 

He is so so so gentle with him, pets his hair and rubs his back and drapes one leg over Lev's, swallows down the noises and makes his own soft encouraging sounds. 

Lev rolls a bit so they're off Asher's lap and Sasha is on top of him. He's unconsciously rolling his hips.

Lev is touch starved and desperate and Sasha's too concerned to be turned on right now. He keeps kissing Lev, keeps holding him and petting his hair, puts one thigh between Lev's legs so he has a better angle to roll his hips against. 

Asher is going to go practice his dancing over there.

He hisses when he feels Sasha's thigh between his legs.

His hands start reaching up under Sasha's shirt.

Sasha doesn't stop him. 

What if. What if Sasha stops wearing a shirt.

(He is aware this is a bad idea. He doesn't care.)

If Lev tries to take his shirt off, he whispers "Not here" into Lev's mouth and pulls his shirt back down. 

His fingertips brush Lev's hips, still so very gentle. 

When Sasha says that he freezes up.

"Hey," and he moves his arms so he's holding Lev again, "hey, it's okay, you're doing great, I've got you —" 

He jerks away from Sasha and pulls his legs into his chest.

"I've never kissed anybody before."

"Did it live up to the hype?" 

"I thought. I thought it would be with. A girl I loved."

"...I'm sorry." 

"It's okay. It's not your fault. I wanted to."

"Even so." 

A pause. "Is there... anything I can do that would help?" 

He pulls his knees up even more tightly into his chest.

"I'm not good at wanting things."

"Okay. 

We could talk, or I could hug you, or I could get Asher to hug you. Or I could leave you alone." 

He starts crying.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, I-- sorry."

Hugs. "You don't have to be." 

Lev kisses him.