It's so so much, it's too much, it feels so good, he should tell the boy to stop but he doesn't want to, he doesn't want it to ever end, he can hear moaning that sounds like it's from very far away and then everything whites out--

Did he just come from being —

Sasha kisses him on the cheek and leans against him and whispers "Beautiful." 

He feels so warm and good and happy and at peace, it feels like he's floating, he doesn't ever want to move again--

They don't have to move. They can stay here, pressed up against one another, for as long as they want. 

Kaleva has a profoundly stupid expression on his face. For once in his life he's too blissed out to care.

Eventually he recovers the use of the English language enough to say, "you're so good."

He's so, so cute. 

Sasha pets his hair and kisses his cheek and whispers "Beautiful" again, puts his head on the boy's shoulder. 

He could argue but why would he when he has a lap full of the most beautiful boy in the world.

"Come back to my hotel with me?"

He does want to try out the water at some point but that point doesn't have to be now. "Sure," he says, and kisses the boy again, and then gets up from his lap. 

Oh no the boy isn't in his lap anymore this is the worst thing that is ever happened.

Maybe Kaleva can hold his hand.

"...My name's Kaleva."

They can definitely be holding hands. "Pretty name," he says. "I'm Sasha."

Kaleva has decided that Sasha is his favorite name.

"I've never done this before. With anyone. So I'm sorry if I'm--"

"You're cute," he says, and squeezes Kaleva's hand. "You'll learn." 

Gosh, if they sit on the trolley Kaleva can put his head on Sasha's shoulder.

"Maybe you can teach me."

"I'm sure I can," he says, and puts a hand on Kaleva's head. 

He makes a little whimpery noise.

"You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen."

"You're very sweet," he says, soft. 

(Seriously, what is with Auradonians.) 

The trolley ride to his hotel is objectively short but it feels like the longest ten minutes of his life.

Once they're in Kaleva's hotel room, there's a bed that they can be kissing on. 

Kaleva is not a very good kisser but he is so so enthusiastic and he keeps moaning into Sasha's mouth.

Sasha can move Kaleva's head to where it's supposed to go, can lead; he usually doesn't but he can. And the moaning is really nice. 

He tugs on Sasha's shirt. "I want to see you."

Sasha can take his shirt off. 

"And I want to see you." 

He shrinks back a bit. "I'm not--"

"You're so pretty — before you told me your name I was thinking of you as 'the pretty boy' — whatever I see I'm going to like it —" 

"Really?"