"Good plan."

Possibly he should at some point say something about the VKsha thing but this point is..... not that point. He acquires a food and grabs earbuds and sits back down on the couch. 

Cascadilev, blissfully unaware that anyone objects to him hooking up with VKsha, cuddles him and continues to talk about uterine replicators.

He is not going to comment on that! He is going to put his headphones in and listen to music and read. 

The Levs eventually wander off into a different room to argue about what the traits of their various worlds means about social science.

Levva looks more relaxed than he has since he got here.

Smolsha falls asleep again curled up in a chair; Spidersha sits on the floor near him with a book, VKsha puts a different movie on, and Noonlight doesn't take his headphones out. 

In the morning all four of the Levs are asleep in a living room, variously draped over books, notebooks, and each other.

He's not sure he knows when the last time he got two full nights of sleep in a row was but it's really really nice. 

— oh fucking jesus of course it would happen today. 

He gets up to move to his own bedroom and — he can feel himself heating up it's — 

Levva wakes up and is acutely aware that he's surrounded by three different men all of whom could, in theory, if he hated himself less, fuck him.

He goes back to his room and attempts to find good impregnation porn. 

He doesn't get all the way to his room. 

He curls up in a ball on the ground and bites down on his fist and rocks against the floor and — can't think can't — 

Xenolev is the second one to wake up. He finds Noonlight curled up on the ground.

"Are you okay, what's wrong?"

His breathing is harsh. "I — need — please —" 

"I don't know what you need."

He's pretty sure he knows what Noonlight needs.

He makes a choked bitten-off noise — it might be a sob — it's so hot he's so empty — 

"Stay here and I can find somebody to help-- one of the other Sashas maybe?"

A distressed whimpering sound. His hips shift against the floor. 

This is a bad idea. 

He's sixteen, Noonlight is older. They haven't even talked that much. They were literally just making a face at each other about Cascadilev cuddling VKsha.

...But also there's a Sasha, who is an alien, and he's begging for Lev to have sex with him, and Lev is still sixteen and has a limited ability to control his actions. 

He kneels and kisses Noonlight.

He kisses back, desperate, he's so empty please — Lev can feel the heat pouring off his skin — 

Lev might be making questionable decisions but at the very least they can't fuck in the middle of the hallway.

"Come back to the bedroom and I'll take care of you."

He nods, frantic, and then again, more sure, and gets to his feet — he's shaky but, Lev's going to take care of him, he just has to — and then he'll be full —

Lev helps him walk to Lev's bedroom and then strips off his shirt and his pants as quickly as he can.

His dick is straining and his underwear are soaked and he has breasts, small enough you wouldn't notice them through the shirt, but there — the air is cool on his skin and it's almost a relief but he needs the touch, needs Lev's hands and mouth and dick, needs to be full please Lev please — 

Cascadilev had mentioned that Noonlight had trauma. He turns on his power and tells it to not let him hurt Noonlight. 

He grabs a condom and kisses Noonlight and says, "I can fuck you now?"

He holds tight onto Lev like he might be pulled away if either of them lets go and makes desperate pleading sounds into his mouth.