Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

While that had been onw spectacular orgasm, all of it was forgotten as Lex watched Anatoly wipe the corner of his mouth. His eyes were dark and gleaming with want as he was instantly kneeling on the floor in front of the Russian, hands digging deep into his curls as he kissed him fiercely. A moan escaped his throat as he tasted himself in Anatoly's mouth and when he finally pulled back to breath, he said forcefully, "I need you. Now."

Before he'd even finished speaking, his hands were already at work on Anatoly's pants.