"Makes sense. Some of the rules are stupid so you assume all of the rules are stupid."

'Man, morality did fuck you up,' he doesn't say. 

He looks very carefully at Asher's face and body language. 

Asher really does want him.

Yeah. Okay. This is familiar ground. 

He stands on tiptoe and kisses Asher. 

Asher kisses back.

There. Isn't that better? 

He threads his fingers through Asher's hair and whispers "good boy" and kisses him again. 

He definitely had objections but there are fingers in his hair and it is harder to make them.

It just so happens that Sasha knows exactly how Asher likes having his hair pulled. 

His knees buckle and he sinks down so he's kneeling.

"So pretty." He tugs upwards. "Let's go to your room, hmm?" 

He looks up and Sasha looks just like him.

"Okay," he says breathlessly.

Gorgeous. 

Once they're in Asher's room he pushes Asher down to his knees again and bends down to kiss him. 

He stares up at Sasha with an expression that's almost worshipful.

"My sweet thing, my beautiful boy," and he continues in that vein as he takes his clothes off. Pulls Asher closer. 

Asher kisses him of his own accord and runs his hand through Sasha's hair.

Sasha pulls him onto the bed and smiles into his mouth. 

"Shouldn't," Asher says into VKsha's mouth. He's very very hard.

"But you want to," he says, and puts one leg between Asher's thighs. 

"I do," he says. "But you're not him."

Wait, what —

....yeah, that'd just be depressing. 

"I'm not," he agrees. "Cuddle me anyway?" 

He rests his head on Sasha's shoulder. "You can convince me."

He pets Asher's hair. "...I could. But sleeping with someone who's thinking about someone else the whole time just sounds depressing and unfun." 

"That's probably a good thing but also pretty disappointing."

"Same. You're very cute when you go all subby." 

"I don't suppose I'm going to be able to convince you that you shouldn't have sex with people who have said they don't want to have sex with you even if they think you're really hot."