He makes another happy sound at the hairpetting, presses up into Kaleva's hand. 

Someone making happy noises about him touching them is really incredibly hot.

Being cuddled and having his hair pet are. Good. 

There is a dick right there, by Sasha's face. Maybe he should do something about that. 

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Mmmm. Those are good sounds. 

Sasha moans, just a little, around Kaleva's dick, looks up at him through his eyelashes. 

He is not going to finish right away. He is not going to finish right away. That would be extremely embarrassing to have happen twice.

Whoops.

He swallows and puts his head on Kaleva's stomach again. "So cute." 

"I wanna touch you," he says. "I want you inside me--"

"You can touch me," he says, comes up to kiss Kaleva's face so they'll be able to reach one another better. 

His touch is so gentle and light, like he's afraid of hurting Sasha.

Oh. 

That's — it's completely different from everything he's ever had before. He thinks he likes it. 

Kaleva kisses him and puts one hand in his hair and keeps touching him like he's something precious and fragile that might break.

His breath is hitching and shaky and he wants more wants this to never stop — 

"You're so beautiful," he says, "I want you, I'm going to take care of you, you're going to be mine."

He shouldn't trust that, he knows. 

But he's been so lonely here, and it's so easy to just nod and push his head against Kaleva and — let himself go. 

"So beautiful," he says, "so good for me-- I want to make you feel good, I want to watch you fall apart--"

He moans and — runs his teeth across Kaleva's shoulder, more of a question than an attempt — 

Kaleva hisses.

If Sasha wants to hurt him he wants to be hurt.

It's not wanting to hurt him, so much as — letting himself bite down, letting himself latch onto Kaleva. 

His eyes are closed. If you could see his face it would be so so peaceful. 

He's hurting to make Sasha happy and that's-- really good, a different kind of good than before, a kind he can think through, it is right and correct that his shoulder can feel like it's on fire and give Sasha that look of peace.

"You're so beautiful," he says, "you look even more beautiful right now than when I first saw you-- how is that possible--"

A quiet little "ng" sound. 

 He strokes Sasha's cheek, so soft, so gentle. "I want to keep you like this forever."

A tiny whimper. He moves his cheek against Kaleva's hand in a way that it would not be incorrect to describe as a nuzzle. 

He kisses Sasha's forehead. "You can be mine and I'll take care of you. But first show me how to let you finish."

He takes Kaleva's hand and wraps it around his dick, lets his hips move.