Anatoly opened his eyes and caught Lex's gaze. He drew a shuddering breath, his hands gripping the sheets. "Please," he murmured, wanting more, but not having breath or enough brain left to articulate this desire.

Lex's lips were on his again and he groaned, kissing him with every bit of passion he could summon. Between the hand back in his hair and the pleasurable friction, he was quickly coming undone.