He smiles up at Lev and then sinks down on his cock. 

He reaches down to wrap his hands in Seku's hair but Seku doesn't have any-- he moans and strokes the lekku and isn't sure whether he's more turned on by the blowjob or the lekku. 

Lev is good. Lev is very very good — Seku moans around him, runs his tongue in the ways he remembers Minu liked — but Minu was never this gentle, never cared this much, never touched him like this —

Nope never mind the hottest thing is Seku moaning around his cock.

Seku could be quiet, if he chose, but — he isn't. There's no need, here. And Lev's hands are gentle, gentle, on sensitive skin, and Lev touches him like he's beautiful. 

He really really wants to come down Seku's throat touching his lekku, but he is aware that however interesting Seku's genitalia seem right now they'll be much less interesting than food and cuddles once he's finished. And he wants to appreciate them.

Lev says, "I want to touch yours."

He blinks and pulls off. "I don't have — not like you —" 

"If you wouldn't enjoy it we don't have to. But can I at least see-- what you have?"

"...I don't know if I'd enjoy it or not, I haven't had the best —" he cuts himself off. Takes off the rest of his clothes. 

Where a cock would be on a human he has a short, closed slit. 

He reaches out, strokes along it very gingerly.

"We can try and stop if you don't like it?"

He nods, very quickly, then nods again, more sure. 

"Okay," and his voice is quiet and nervous but not scared. "Okay. I trust you." 

His touch is so soft and gentle and hesitant.

"Thank you."

His breath is fast and uneven and the muscles in his stomach are tense. 

"You — you can —" and the slit opens, just a little, enough to see that the inside is dark indigo-blue, "It's not big enough for your — but you can — fingers —" 

He probes the slit cautiously with one of his fingers.

"Can I lick it?"

"If you want —" but he takes Lev's hand and moves it so his finger is brushing the bundle of nerves at the bottom of the slit, and then gasps — "but — there —" 

Lev moans and circles the bundle of nerves with his finger. "You're so good."

He whimpers and presses his hips into Lev's hand. "You're good." 

He presses his lips into the spot and starts licking and instantly moans, much more enthusiastically than he was moaning when his dick was sucked.

Oh god — Lev's tongue is soft and wet and so so good, and the vibration is — Lev has hair. Hair that Seku can wrap around his hands if he wants to. It's very soft. 

There are hands in his hair and his mouth is on Seku's slit and it doesn't taste human and he is so so happy and so so hard and feels so so good.

He bites down hard on his lip — it's so much better than his fingers — so much better than — and twists his hands in Lev's hair and lets his hips press up against Lev's tongue. 

He groans when Seku pulls his hair.

He is slowly but steadily getting really, really good at this. He seems to know exactly where Seku wants to be touched, what rhythm he wants, what would make him feel the best.

Seku pulls his hair more, lets his thighs tighten around Lev's head, and then — ah — there's a rush of fluid onto Lev's tongue and Seku's whole body goes so, so relaxed.

He swallows it down and cuddles Seku and kisses him.

Lev is very good and cuddling him is very good, but — something deep inside him throbs — he closes his eyes and kisses Lev, still desperate.