Anatoly closed his eyes, letting out a quiet whimper as he shifted his hips forward. Under Lex's tender expert care, he was beginning to relax and even starting to enjoy this new feeling.

Then there were two fingers instead of one and he arched his back with a desperate cry, so very close that he could hardly stand it. "Lex," he breathed, twisting his fingers in the sheets in an attempt to keep himself together. "Sascha..."