Yeah, well, that's what you'd expect with girl pills, isn't it.

He hikes up Sasha's shirt and starts to kiss their chest, pinching their nipple with his other hand. 

The sounds that have been spilling out of them only increase in volume. 

Maybe... he will manage to not embarrass himself on the second go-round. If Sasha keeps not touching him. 

He bites and licks and sucks and lavishes attention on Sasha's chest.

Sasha reaches down and puts their hand on the back of Lev's head, pushes him closer. 

He makes a soft happy noise and takes more of Sasha's breast into his mouth.

Oh that's -- so good -- they clutch at Lev's head and moan loudly -- 

He reaches into Sasha's underwear and starts to jerk them off, keeps sucking, keeps licking, grinds a little bit against Sasha's thigh, and then exercises self-control and does not grind against Sasha's thigh.

"Ah -- Lev you're so --" 

He doesn't get to find out what he's so, and thus he can fill it in as he likes (so handsome-- so good to me-- so kind, so loving, so devoted). 

Sasha's so beautiful, falling apart under him, and he can feel himself getting close-- but he already came once and no one's touching his dick so probably it doesn't matter, he'll just stay like this, at a plateau of incredible horniness, he'll get Sasha off and then he'll finish himself off and it'll be fine--

He lazily bites Sasha's nipple and then licks it and then before he can get entirely too distracted begins "maybe you should--" and then pauses and remembers and says in a firm voice "take off your clothes."

They obey, as well as they can with Lev above them and his mouth on them being distracting; the shirt and skirt and underwear come off, the socks stay on. 

The way Sasha moves when they're taking off their clothes is very hot, the way they brush against him, the occasional nudge of their skin against his dick, the slow reveal of chest and stomach and hips, and Lev is really trying hard to think about baseball or something except that baseball was incredibly boring in the first place and it's even more boring when there's a warm and soft and entirely naked Sasha up against him. 

He sits back before he touches Sasha and just looks the barely-there swells of their breasts, their jutting hipbones and flat stomach and smooth hairless skin, their creamy thighs and the socks that are still on and make all the rest of Sasha seem even more naked than if they were entirely unclothed, their hard dick resting against their stomach, a sign that Sasha likes Lev, a dick that Lev can touch and stroke and kiss and take into his mouth as much as he wants, and most of all Lev looks at Sasha's face, their half-closed eyes and their flushed cheeks and the way they keep forgetting to breath and then inhaling sharply to make up for the lack of oxygen, and Lev bites his lip and comes, entirely untouched, all over Sasha's stomach.

Sasha moans out loud when Lev's come hits their skin, hot and proof-that-they're-beautiful-proof-that-they're-wanted, pulls him closer and kisses him. 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

"You're so good," in between kisses, "want you —" 

At least Sasha doesn't seem to hate him?

"I uh. Mostly want a nap."

"Mmmmmmmmmmkay." Nuzzle. "Cuddle me?" 

"I mean, I'll finish you off, I'm not--" In lieu of explaining what he's not he sinks his teeth into Sasha's shoulder and wraps his hand around Sasha's dick and jerks him off with intent.

"Ah — ahhhh, Lev, please — oh — 

— oh —"

He feels warm and soft and loving and so so happy.

"My Sasha--" he says into Sasha's neck, "little one, precious little one--"

And Sasha clings to Lev and digs their fingers into him and bites down on their lip and makes a high pitched sound from their throat and comes. 

He flops on Sasha's shoulder.

Sasha's probably going to leave any minute-- it's just a party hookup and they can't have been that satisfied, they're going to want to merge in with the orgy or get fucked in the restroom

But for now it's nice. It feels like someone has removed all his bones and he's flopping around like an octopus. Lev closes his eyes and tries to memorize what this is like.

He mouths 'love you' into Sasha's shoulder, where Sasha can't see.

If Sasha is going to leave at any minute, they haven't gotten the memo. "Soft," they say, as if this is a full announcement that requires no context, and bury their face in Lev's hair and enjoy the weight of him. 

"You're soft!"

"Mmmmph. No you." 

It feels a little bit like he's high on how good it feels to be cuddled, and for an insane moment he wonders if someone slipped a bimbo dose into his drink. It feels so right, like a puzzle piece slipping into place, like a drink of water when you've been thirsty for so long you've forgotten that you thirst.

"Maybe we're both soft," he says, and strokes the inside of Sasha's thighs to punctuate the point.