They do help. 

Sasha keeps kissing him and keeps touching him and keeps up a murmured stream of "Leo, Leo you're so good, I love you, good boy, my Leo," over and over and over. 

Leo can't think about anything, he can't do anything, he just lies back in bed and moans and hisses and loves Sasha and wants and wants. 

"Come for me," Sasha whispers, and kisses him again, "my good boy my Leo —" 

And the peak that was just out of reach hits and he is warm and safe and happy and good and loved.

Sasha holds him and pets his hair, gentle, gentle. 

"Did you like it?"

"Yeah." Kiss. "And it sounded like you did too." 

"Yeah. You're so pretty. And it feels so much better than doing it on my own."

"Good."

Sasha's always cuddly after sex but he's particularly cuddly now. 

"Before it just felt like... touching skin."

Probably Sasha should not have the reaction 'oh god that's hot,' but he does in fact have the reaction "Oh god that's hot." 

"And I can't finish without you anyway, I don't think."

"That is also hot." 

"I was designed that way!"

"I know you were! It's still hot!" 

"Because my sexuality is supposed to be for you, not for me."

....being distressed about that won't change anything but it will make Leo feel bad so he's not going to do it. 

Oh, that wasn't hot. Whoops.

"But I can want things?" he tries. "Because you want me to want things? For example, right now I want to have sex again."

Not helping! 

"I can't go again for a while," he says instead of that, and kisses Leo. 

"Why?"

"Humans have this thing, I think the word for it is refractory period?" and then he explains to Leo what a refractory period is. 

"That is terrible design!"

"Humans weren't designed!" 

"I can tell!"

Leo is so, so cute, and his face is very good and Sasha is going to kiss it.