The phrase 'you're doing really well' sends a shudder through his body.

"I don't know what that is. --Also I am not really doing much of anything except making smiley faces for reasons I do not fully understand."

"Subspace is a thing that happens to some people," kiss, "where being given orders or being controlled or being called good boy or belonging to someone, especially in a sex context, makes them feel all happy and floaty and soft like you feel right now." Kiss. Many kisses, in fact. "And it's your first time and you've never done anything kinky before and you're doing great at letting yourself relax and enjoy it and I'm proud of you." 

"--I didn't think I was kinky. Maybe I am kinky. Or maybe the Erogame is doing something."

It's very nice. 

"It's you." Kiss, nuzzle. "The Erogame doesn't — the way it works is that I wouldn't have met you if it wouldn't have made a good story, I would have gotten a door some other time, it doesn't change you for my story." 

As if to illustrate the point he pulls Lev's hair again. 

That's not fair. Important discussions were happening and now they are entirely derailed by how nice it is that Sasha can hurt him as much as Sasha wants. 

On the contrary, it's extremely fair. Sasha can hurt him as much as Sasha wants, you see. 

Lev attempts to express via telepathy and whimpers and Sasha's FUK score that Sasha should hurt him more, and in different ways.

Telepathy does not exist but Sasha's FUK score does and he's happy to show Lev what it feels like to have someone bite your neck and dig his fingernails into your scalp. 

Very good, is how it feels.

It hurts, the sensation itself is not one he likes at all, but there's the feeling of belonging to someone and of being good and of making someone else happy and of hurting for them, hurting to please them, and-- it's nice.

"Good, that's good, you're doing good," and now it is time for Sasha's borrowed sweater to come back off before he kisses Lev again. 

Oooh, skin. He touches it hesitantly and waits to see if Sasha approves. 

"Mm. Go on." 

He presses his face into Sasha's shoulder and he can't stop smiling. 

"You're so good."

"You're cute." Sasha shifts and wraps his arms around Lev as well as he can and puts the back of his hand on Lev's hair and thinks Cuddle. 

Thoughts? What is a thought. Lev does not have any of those.

Sasha adjusts his hands and shifts a little more -- the skirt he borrowed from Raine is riding up but it's whatever -- and holds Lev as well as his current Cuddle skill will allow, which is very. 

Maybe the skirt riding up is part of the Cuddle ability because Lev is suddenly very aware that Sasha has a dick. 

Whimper. 

"Still very cute." Forehead kiss. 

"......I think you might be underestimating the extent to which I have no idea what I'm doing."

"Or maybe I just think the noises you make about it are adorable. — do you know how far you want to go, do you know how far there is to go —" 

"You kiss and touch each other and eventually kiss and touch each other's, uh, parts and if you're a man and a woman the parts, um, interlock and if you're two men you can use, um, the other part back there like a vagina. I don't know what two women do. More kissing and touching, maybe."

"That's all true. Do you know how much of that you want to do?" 

"I want to touch yours but I don't know how."