For the first time ever Lev kisses them. And-- he should pull Sasha's hair or scratch them or hold them down, make it good for them-- but he doesn't want to. He wants to focus on the softness of Sasha's lips, the warmth of their body, their smell, the way they taste, the little moves and sounds they make; he wants to memorize every detail of what it's like to kiss Sasha.

Lev is soft and warm and -- it doesn't hurt at all, there's this awareness at the back of their mind that it could and if it did that would be so good but being teased, under Lev's soft hands and Lev's warm entire Lev, is good too. Very very good. 

Lev reaches down, runs his hands along Sasha's silky smooth thighs-- he's wanted to touch them for so long and now he can-- Sasha's skirt is riding up and their dick is stretching out their panties and Lev grinds against it-- keeps kissing them, keeps touching their thighs--

"Please," and they're not really sure what it is they're asking for, "please, Lev, please --"

"I like hearing you say 'please,'" he murmurs, "mine, mine, my Sasha."

He pulls one of Sasha's legs so it's wrapped around him, runs his fingers through Sasha's hair, kisses their neck like it's an act of worship.

"Yeah. Yours. Your Sasha." They're so relaxed. "Your good girl?" 

"The best girl I could imagine," he says truthfully. He wraps his arms around Sasha and moves his hips against theirs. It feels-- really good-- too good-- but he doesn't want to stop--

His mouth says of its own accord: "Keep begging?"

Nodnodnod. 

"Please — please, yours, please —" 

"Oh," he says, and Sasha's right next to him and their skin is so soft and they're so relaxed and he can feel how aroused they are by him and how much they trust him and his hips keep moving of their own accord and it just keeps feeling better and better and he's so close to Sasha and they're saying "please" and "yours" and he nibbles Sasha's neck and then bites down much harder than he meant to and his vision whites out--

Well.

Shit.

He holds Sasha close, keeps moving his hips and biting his neck, and hopes Sasha won't notice.

"...you're cute, how are you so cute it's not fair —" 

"Sorry, I didn't-- it was an accident--"

"It was cute." They pull Lev closer and bury their face in his shoulder again; this just so happens to put Lev's thigh at a good angle for grinding against. 

"How are you so nice!"

"Mmmmmmmm. How are you so good — and soft — and warm — and — ah —" 

Lev bites his ear and then kisses it. "I think probably the answer is that you're horny."

"Nnnnnngh. Probably. Still — mmm! — please keep doing that —" 

Not only can he keep doing that, he can reach down Sasha's shirt and start tracing circles around his chest. 

(Sasha doesn't really have tits to speak of, but Lev is going to guess that the girl pills have made the skin there very very sensitive.)

They have they have they have — it's so good Lev is so good they arc up into the touch and —

He pinches, hard, then keeps tracing it feather-light; he alternates kissing Sasha's ear and whispering "good girl, such a pretty girl, so desperate". His other hand finds a bruise on Sasha's thigh and presses into it.

He can feel himself starting to get hard again. 

"Ah — yes, yours, please — yours — your desperate thing — ng —"

He rubs his thumb over the head of Sasha's dick through their panties. "Might not let you come," he says, "might leave you like this... desperate and wanting..."

Tiny desperate whimper. 

He takes off his shirt, kicks off his pants and underwear, and tries not to think about how goofy he looks (pudgy belly, weirdly patchy chest hair, a mole, dick jutting out in a ridiculous and vulnerable fashion).

Sasha does not stop smiling, or cuddling him.