He drops Sasha's wrists, wraps his other hand around Sasha's throat, keeps jerking her off.

"I like you a lot."

"I like you too," just the barest whisper, "Asher — please —" 

His hand tightens. He shoves her into the wall. He keeps jerking her off.

And Sasha gasps and shudders and comes and clings to Asher. 

He kisses her forehead and holds her.

Being held is nice. Asher is nice. Sasha likes him a lot. (He's not sure if Asher is his people but maybe he could be?) 

"We should go find your boyfriend."

"We should," he agrees, and nuzzles Asher and doesn't move. 

Apparently Sasha just wants to be carried everywhere.

Well, he isn't going to complain about it, at any rate. 

After two feet of walking he realizes the problem with this plan. "Where is Kaleva?"

Sasha considers this. 

"In... the park where we left him?" he tries. 

"Do you have a phone?"

"Yes," he says, and fumbles around in the pockets of his dress until he finds it. 

Kaleva is reading about economics two feet from a raucous party.

When Asher puts him down he gets Kaleva's attention by sitting next to him and kissing him.

That is a great way to break Kaleva out of hyperfocus!

"How'd it go?"

"It went great," he says, and then whispers in Kaleva's ear, "it's Asher and he knows me and wants to date both of us." 

"What."

"I know." He nuzzles Kaleva's shoulder. "Also. Have I mentioned that you're very good." 

"Is that Asher son of Tiana. The hot charismatic one."

"Yeah. — he kept getting distracted while we were kissing by how great you are, it was so cute." 

"That seems. Why?!"

Asher decides they've had enough time to talk to each other and sits down next to Kaleva.

"Hi."

Oh no chest.