Oh fuck — Asher's right, he can feel his pulse in his clit — he reaches out and pulls Asher closer to him and kisses him — 

Asher puts his thigh between Sasha's legs and reaches up under his shirt, touches him above his binder.

Sasha shivers and melts into his hands, presses into his chest. 

"Go kiss the guy with blue hair," Asher says, in the odd tone of voice. 

"Okay," and he pulls away and goes and finds the guy with blue hair — he really is so beautiful — and smiles a little shyly at him. 

The guy with the blue hair pins him up against the wall and kisses him. 

Oh fuck he's so good at kissing — Sasha wants him to fuck him, wants to get down on his knees for him, wants to be pinned up against the wall and — he presses up into the guy's chest, more than a little bit desperate — 

The blue-haired guy reaches his hand up Sasha's shirt, sees his binder. "You should take this off," he says, "you can't dance in that, you can't breathe."

He hates how he looks with breasts, though — 

Before he really realizes what he's doing his hands are already moving — and it is so much easier to breathe with it off — 

Blue-haired guy starts touching his chest with one hand, kisses down his neck and jawline with the other. 

Sasha puts a hand on the back of his head and leans into him and moans. 

Blue-haired guy bites his neck and then starts to suck. One of his hands cups Sasha's breast.

He, he always forgets how much better it is to have someone else touch his breasts, how good it feels to be bitten —

Blue-haired guy is only taking a little snack today-- he's full from earlier but this boy is so precious that he just had to taste--

It's over much, much too quickly, and he's left gasping and arching his back and — not begging for more, he doesn't want to look desperate, but — 

Blue-haired guy pulls off Sasha's shirt, drops it on the floor, takes the little tiniest nibble out of one of his breasts.

And Sasha moans and his back arches and he comes, completely untouched. 

Blue-haired guy keeps sucking through his orgasm and after-- he's full, he's taking the tiniest little sips, but a human who can come untouched from being eaten is one blue-haired guy appreciates--

Fuck fuck fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck it's so good it's so much he's shaking and clinging and whimpering and 

And blue-haired guy gives him one last suck and then disappears into the crowd.

He stays there, leaned against the wall, trying and mostly failing to catch his breath again. 

Before he has much of a chance to think there's another mouth on his lips and another set of hands exploring his body.

It's — not soaring flying bliss, but it's good. 

There's a slight twinge of pain from his shoulder and then it's-- it feels like electricity in his skin, like the best things people say about heroin, like when Asher fucks him and he comes and comes and comes and it feels so much better than anything he could do for himself--

fu💙💜💙💙💛💛💜💙💙uuwhkfneu💜💛💙💙💜💙uck