Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

Anatoly sat back for a moment, taking a moment to appreciate the scene before him. There was nothing more beautiful to his eyes than Lex spread before him, the sunlight gleaming on his pale skin.

"You are so beautiful," Anatoly murmured as he centered himself perfectly in between Lex's legs. He bent his head enough so he could reach the top of Lex's left foot and lightly brushed his lips over the top. He took hold of his leg and began to kiss his way upwards, stopping once he'd reached his hip.

He lifted his eyes to meet Lex's gaze for a moment, then smiled wickedly and started down the other leg, leaving certain sensitive parts untouched. He'd get there, in due time. There was much more teasing to be done first.