Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

Nothing outside of chess gave Anatoly as much enjoyment as watching Lex come apart at his touch. He was absolutely beautiful then, with all of his defenses stripped away, and Anatoly completely appreciated the love and trust that came with the surrender.

He bent forward, pressing a light, teasing kiss to Lex's left knee as he gently brushed his fingers along his leg. His hands and lips moved closer and closer to Lex's cock, but stopped just short of reaching it.

No doubt, he'd pay for his teasing (not an unpleasant prospect) but until that time, he was fully prepared to take advantage. Curious to see what reaction he'd get, he ran his fingernails along the inside of one thigh while biting the other side.