"What do you need?"

"I —" 

His hips grind against Lev — 

"Please — fill me up —" 

Kiss. 

"I can do that."

And he lines up his dick with Seku's slit and pushes in.

It shouldn't work. Seku's been fucked before, he knows what it feels like, it hurts, too much too fast in too small a space with no regard for how it tears at him. This is — different. Different because he's looser, because he's wetter, because Lev cares — and then Lev brushes against the throbbing thing deep inside of Seku and he sobs and pulls Lev closer and clings. 

It's so good, hot and wet and soft and alien, and he kisses Seku and holds him tightly and groans.

"Not gonna-- last long."

"That's — okay — neither am I —" 

He is trying really, really hard not to finish before Seku. It is one of the most difficult things he has ever done. Seku is so hot and wet and good and he makes these noises and his lekku are brushing against Lev's back and he can still taste Seku in his mouth, a taste that isn't like anything he's ever had before, and if he continues down this line of thought he is going to finish so instead he thinks about his power and how to move to make it as good for Seku as he can. 

Oh fuck that's so good, it's so good, he's never been able to get anything that deep before — he's never had anything bigger than his fingers when it didn't feel like it was ripping him apart — Lev is, is so good, and Seku grinds forward so Lev presses against that place at the back of his slit and cries out sharp and clings to Lev — there's no rush of fluid this time but he's so relaxed. 

"Seku," he gasps, "Seku, you're so-- I-- you make me feel so good--"

He takes Lev's head in his hands and kisses him deep and pulls steadily on his hair. 

He gasps and holds onto Seku so so tightly and finishes.

Good. Good, that's — good. Seku keeps kissing him, holds him tight, relaxes into the mattress with him. 

If it were Sasha, he'd say "I love you."

Instead he rests his head on Seku's shoulder and kisses his chest and tries to ignore the gnawing feeling in his stomach.

"You're so good," and he's smiling the same way Sasha does. 

"You're so good! I, uh, like aliens"-- he's blushing a little bit-- "and you smile like Sasha does but you are purple and have lekku and a slit. It's really hot."

He laughs.

"That is an adorable way to be a Twi'lek chaser." 

"Well, I don't just chase Twi'leks. Which is good, because as far as I know you don't exist in my universe."

He pets a lekku.

He makes a quiet happy sound and cuddles up to Lev. "Still! 

Usually when people like that I'm a Twi'lek it's this weird thing where, like, they've heard we know all kinds of tricks, or they have a favorite porn star and they think I look like her, or something. And you just — like that I'm purple. It's cute." 

More petting. 

"You do totally look like the person whose nudes I like the best, though."

"'You're an alternate universe version of my boyfriend' and 'My favorite porn star is descended from people who were born on the same planet you were born on, want to fuck' are just different, though." He's still smiling. 

"On my planet, it's generally believed that I can't be a chaser because I'm not human."

Seku's skin is so smooth.

"You seem pretty human to me. What are you instead?" 

Lev's hair is very very soft. 

"Homo superior. --I did not name it."

"...wow." 

He keeps playing with Lev's hair. 

"You have good hair. I keep forgetting how soft hair is." 

"You can play with it as much as you want." He hisses. "I'm a mutant, I have powers."