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?"

"Really." 

Kaleva pulls off his shirt and pants and underwear. He's pasty and hairy and he has a bit of a belly and his dick is sticking out in a profoundly stupid-looking way and Sasha is going to know, to know how much he likes him, and it's terrifying and vulnerable and really really hot.

Oh he's so soft. Sasha kisses him, kisses down his neck and down his chest and presses kisses into his torso, makes soft appreciative sounds into Kaleva's skin. 

"Oh, you like me."

"I meant it when I said you were pretty," he says, lays his head on Kaleva's stomach and looks up at him. 

--oh. that's so nice. Being wanted feels like electricity dancing on his skin.

Kaleva reaches down and pets Sasha's hair.