"...and now I'm terribly anxious about everything."

Well, at least he says so and doesn't think Luna should figure it out himself. "Tell me about it?" 

"Talking about sex is terrifying, which is why I am paying a pretty girl to pay attention to me instead of getting it any other way."

"Well, my job is to make it less terrifying. If there's anything I can do?" 

"You're so sweet. I wish I could pet your hair."

"Thank you," very soft, and he reaches up and takes down his ponytail. 

Little tiny noise.

"Can you tell me about what sort of things you like?"

"Well, I like fantasy and horror novels! 

In terms of what I kink on — I like getting tied up, I like having something in my mouth." There are others but hypnokink involves way more trust than hes willing to give a whale and Lev can't actually leave marks on him. 

A little breathy "oh", and the slick sound of someone jerking off, and "keep talking?"

He leans forward and smiles into the camera. 

"I like being bitten — I like having marks on my shoulders and my neck and my thighs — I like being touched here —" and he puts his fingers on his shoulder — "and here, and here, and here," on his collarbone, on the pulse point behind his ear, on his throat. 

"Can you-- oh-- get undressed for me? And-- ah-- keep talking."

Another smile, wider. He rises up on his knees to take his shirt off, runs his hands down his sides. "I like having my hair played with — having it pulled —" 

"Oh-- you're so beautiful--"

He rolls his hips more than is strictly necessary to get his shorts off. "I'm sensitive here and here and — ah — here —" 

"Oh-- keep touching yourself-- I love that noise--"

Luna keeps touching, runs his fingertips up his sides and down his thighs, presses his thumbs into the dips of his hipbones, keeps making little breathy sounds. 

"Say my name-- please--"

"Lev," somewhere in the space between a gasp and a moan. 

He makes a small broken gasp, and then says, "Thank you."

Luna's just going to keep doing that, then; he skates his fingertips over his stomach, down his thighs again, keeps moaning Lev's name. 

"I'm finished," he says, "uh, if you want to get yourself off that's fine?"

...that was quick. He starts touching in earnest, now, lets Lev see the way his back arches, doesn't stop repeating Lev's name; it doesn't take him long to get close, when he tries. 

"You're so pretty. I want to hold you."

"You're so sweet," Luna sighs. 

"You're easy to be sweet to!"