Things Kaleva does not figure out from this instruction include "you are supposed to fold your lips over your teeth" and "you are supposed to move your mouth."

"— Not with teeth." 

He folds his lips clumsily over his teeth and tries licking and sucking at the same time.

He takes Kaleva's head and moves it again, murmurs "there — a little harder — not that hard —" 

He can't ask "am I good? am I doing good?" because his mouth is full.

He moans and hopes the message is conveyed.

"Mmm, there you go, do that again —" 

It's so good-- he's rubbing his hips against the sheets and moaning-- Sasha is inside him, they're so close together, it's so intimate--

And — he'd liked it when Asher did this to him, maybe this is just what they do in Auradon — "good boy, such a good boy, you like that, don't you?" 

Kaleva's brain has completely stopped working. The blowjob is enthusiastic but the rhythm is erratic; he's moaning nonstop and his hips are grinding against the bed and it's all so good and he can't think--

That's fine, he can move Kaleva's head the way he wants it, he keeps up the murmured stream of praise — 

What does he think about Kaleva coming from sucking his dick.

Oh fuck that's so hot and — he's coming too, as much from the sounds Kaleva makes around him as from — 

Kaleva can taste him and-- the taste is bad, honestly, but it came from Sasha and he's going to swallow it and digest it and then have that bit of Sasha inside him forever, or at least for seven years until all the material in his cells has replaced itself-- and even though he just came that is incredibly hot.

He puts his head on Sasha's shoulder and wraps his fingers around Sasha's and says, "you're mine."

"Mmm," very soft, and he squeezes Kaleva's hand and curls a hand around the side of his head. "You've got me." 

"Yeah. I've got you."

They should probably go to Sasha's place but snuggles.

Yes. Snuggles. 

It takes him maybe twenty minutes to start to peel himself from Kaleva and get up off the bed and find his clothes. 

"This is terrible," Kaleva says from the bed. "You're not cuddling me."

"Get your stuff together and put clothes on, and then we can go to my place and I can cuddle you again." 

"Fiiiiiiiine," he complains.

(His stuff is a laptop and a few changes of clothes and a suitcase packed to the brim with books.)

Cute. 

The trolley ride to Charlotte's house isn't long, and then there's Charlotte's house, which has stopped seeming impossible but is still objectively pretty ridiculous. 

Kaleva doesn't know who Charlotte is and has no particular reaction to this!

Up to Sasha's room, then. 

He hasn't had much time to acquire things; to Kaleva's eyes it'll still look bare. (His Remedial Goodness textbook states at him accusingly from the desk.) 

Kaleva sees the Remedial Goodness textbook and looks surprised--

And then he smiles.

"What do you think of the Remedial Goodness textbook?"

Oh fuck. 

"I haven't actually read it," he says. He's maybe shrinking a little bit.