Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

Unable to help himself, Lex had shifted slightly when he felt the shift in Anatoly's attentions. His eyes opened slightly as he watched for the others next move, his breath catching slightly in anticipation. To say he'd imagined this was a given, but he'd never have asked. He'd left it up to Anatoly and now...he almost thought he was dreaming.

When Anatoly took him in his mouth, Lex gave out a startled gasp. A part of his brain pointed out that it was a bit rough and clumsy but when he looked down at that head of curls, he wouldn't have wanted it any other way. He threaded his fingers lightly through said curls to gently guide, but nothing more, still leaving everything up to Anatoly.