"I got filled up like I needed and there wasn't even any searing pain involved, and you were making the best noises the entire time, and I got to cuddle you afterwards. It was perfect." He does not say it like he's aware of where the bar is set. 

"...That's actually a really low standard."

"...I've had lots of sex that was totally fine?" he tries. "Like, I'd suck someone off and they'd get me to first peak and then I'd have a couch to sleep on? It wasn't the best I've ever had but it seems kind of unfair to penalize people for not being you —" 

"Maybe I'm confused," Lev says, "but the sense I got from my power was definitely that, uh, second peak? was the part that's actually satisfying, and leaving you at first peak would be like, I don't know, ruining my orgasm or something."

He blinks.

"..........yeah?" 

"If all the sex partners I'd ever had had ruined my orgasms I would have complaints. Especially since the way to not ruin it is so easy? Putting my dick inside you is not a hardship."

"....if I have specifically told someone that I am too tight for this and it will hurt if they put their dick in me, and then they don't, I feel like that's a good thing? I really cannot stress enough how bad it is when people don't care that I'm usually too tight for them to put their dick in." 

Hugs.

"I'm sorry. --I didn't hurt you, did I, I should have asked--"

"You didn't." He's smiling; his voice is very soft. "You were perfect." 

Kiss. "Have you-- gotten to second peak before?"

"A couple times, when I guessed the timing well enough to get myself to first peak before —" Kiss. "You were better." 

"...Is it bad that that's kind of hot?"

"I'm a fan of you thinking things about me are hot!" 

"Well, that's good, because you were my most unrealistic sexual fantasies come to life even before I discovered that you'd had a single-digit number of satisfying orgasms in your life."

That sounds like a statement that calls for kissing. 

Does it call for more sex?

Probably it does not call for more sex.

Lev's life is very hard, much like his dick.

You know what, it can totally call for more sex. 

Seku takes one of Lev's hands and puts it on his slit and does not stop kissing him. 

Lev moans into his mouth, finds the spot, and circles his fingers around it.

He makes a long broken sound and rolls his hips into Lev's fingers and kisses him more insistently, runs his teeth over Lev's lip. 

"You know," he says thoughtfully, "Sasha likes being teased."

"Don't you dare," but he's smiling and it does not at all sound like he doesn't like the idea. 

"Well, if you don't like it, you don't have to tell me how," he points out. "I don't know whether I should not let you get to first peak-- or if I should let you get to first peak again and again--"

"Again and again," he whispers. (His face looks almost exactly the way Sasha's does when he's pinned down, soft and very peaceful.) 

"Being able to tease someone with orgasms is such a good genital design."

His fingers are still circling about the spot in a steady rhythm.

He whimpers and nods too quickly and clings to Lev.