Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

Pulling away was the last thing on Anatoly's mind, even as inexperienced as he was. He had started this, after all, and he was determined to see it through properly. He murmured encouragingly, tightening his grip on Lex's hip.

Afterwards, he sat back breathlessly, his face flushed. Despite his best effort, more had gotten out than in, and he wiped the corner of his mouth clean with his thumb, his eyes on Lex.