When Sasha is walking home from school, he stumbles across the smallest and most adorable dog in the world.
"I can change back and forth at least sometimes, I tried a couple times last night and it didn't work but I can't tell whether I hadn't gotten the hang of it or whether it was something more situational."
Sasha takes his hand and laces their fingers together and squeezes it.
Leo has learned that it is important not to poke Marlo with questions no matter how interesting the questions are.
Sasha finishes his food and says "Do you guys want to go back upstairs?"
"Yes. Cuddlepile."
He is very very cuddly. That might have something to do with having been stuck outside all night or maybe it's just how Marlo is as a person.
Leo kisses him, shallow and sweet, and then turns to Sasha for approval.
Sasha's smiling. "He likes when you touch him here," and he runs a finger across Marlo's shoulder and up his neck, watches Marlo shiver.
Sasha smiles at Leo and keeps showing him where to kiss Marlo, which parts of his hair you can pull harder on, the best places to bite, and lets Marlo slowly melt into a shivering whimpering mess in his arms.
Leo kisses Marlo and touches him and follows instructions and feels the warm glow of being loved.
Sasha kisses him and kisses Marlo and watches them kiss each other and loves them, loves them, loves them.
"Leo," he says after a few minutes, "there's a thing I'd like to try, if you're okay with it."
"Sasha," he says, "Sashaaaaa--" and it turns into a moan and he's climbing into Sasha's lap and kissing him like nothing else has ever mattered.
"Leo, Leo, my Leo, I've got you, I love you, my good boy my Leo," in between kisses.
"Sasha, Sasha, fuck me, please, I need you inside me, please, I need both of you inside me, in my mouth in my ass in my cunt--"