Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

The way Anatoly looked, kneeling in front of him with that wicked grin and halo of curls, was absolutely breathtaking. Added to the light teasing caresses and Lex, despite all his experience and willpower, was already reduced to shuttering gasps and shivers down his spine. He couldn't take his eyes off the beautiful man he loved so much.

Taking a deep breath, he sank back into the chair and used all his remaining self control to stay seated and relaxed, instead of giving in to his wants and taking Anatoly right there on the floor. "Tolya..." He breathed out, when he could manage. "Your absolutely breathtaking..."

His hands were clenched loosely in his lap, to stop himself from touching. This was a large step for the Russian and Lex didn't want to rush him...but oh, in this moment, with Anatoly looking like this, it was so very hard. This was his moment and Lex felt he owed it to him to let him have complete control over their lovemaking today. Whatever Anatoly desired, Lex would provide.