That's a problem but it's not a problem he can do anything about and he's so empty his skin feels like it's on fire he's —

Lev is still hard!

it doesn't matter whether lev is hard he is not going to do that he is not malcolm he is not he is NOT 

Lev blinks.

"Whaaa," he says coherently.

He should have some reaction to that that isn't whimpering but he. Doesn't. 

If he doesn't eat something he is just going to pass out again.

It is hard to think about this sort of thing when in bed with a naked whimpering Sasha.

He kisses him and puts on a new condom and lines up to enter him.

That can't — it's a struggle to get the words out but he has to —

"You — passed out —" 

"Yeah?" he says. 

Sasha feels so nice.

"We should — maybe —" and then whatever he was going to say dissolves. 

"Yeah," he says dreamily, and keeps kissing Sasha and touching him and fucking him. "You feel so good."

"You don't," gasp, "need the —" vague gesture, insofar as he can make gestures at all, "need the condom not with me," all in a rush. 

He would probably have more questions about this if he were not currently in a sex haze, and also on the verge of passing out. 

As it is he pulls out and takes off the condom and slips inside and-- and it's so good, he can feel how wet Noonlight is and how much he wants him--

oh god oh god oh god lev is so good 

Lev pulls Noonlight on top of him and smiles up at him with a slightly dazed expression. There. Now it's not a problem that his vision keeps greying out.

--okay wait no his power thinks that is bad and he should not.

"Gonna-- oh-- pass out," he says. "Used-- ah, oh-- power-- so good-- too much."

He nods and could kiss Lev and doesn't. Goes where he's put. 

"Don't wanna stop-- aaaaaa, so nice-- but you want me to"-- gasp-- "stop? And eat?"

NO he does NOT want that shut up "Yes. Eat." 

"Okay. I'll-- come back?" It dimly occurs to him that there are other reasons that Noonlight might not want to have sex with him. "Or I can send someone else in instead of me?"

"No, come back." 

He puts on pants, doesn't bother with a shirt. He steadies himself by keeping his hands on the wall, walks to the kitchen, chugs half a dozen Ensures, grabs a box for his room, and manages to walk back without fear of falling over. 

Noonlight is squirming and whimpering again by the time he gets back. 

"It's okay," he says, "I got some-- and more for later-- it's okay."

He was wearing pants for entirely too long and should not be doing that anymore.

Better. much much better. lev should be fucking him again and there should be something in his mouth. 

Now that he is not about to pass out, Lev says, "Diseases?"

"I don't have any — and I'm sterilized, so if you don't —"