Lexi laughed as he was pushed, a little joyous noise. He wasn't surprised, and it certainly wasn't a shove hard enough to hurt. But he did squirm as Marco tied him- he wasn't used to that sort of thing at all, and it was, frankly, a very strange experience. He tried the bonds anyway- not trying to escape, but to see how much give there was. Not much, but then again, this was Marco's handiwork.
The blonde licked his lips then, his eyes flickering from Marco's face down to the fingers that swept idly up and down the inside of his leg. It made his breathing become a little shallow, a little quicker, as the sensations stirred his cock. It wasn't something that the boy was that used to having touched- shying away from any gropes and turning the colour of beetroot. But he couldn't pull away from the touch now, do he just went red instead, breath catching.
"I can ask." Lexi said, voice already a little trembly, especially as Marco's hand moved down, to that spot between his cheeks and the blonde tried to rub himself against those fingers. "I can ask really, really nicely. "I want you to fill me up, Marco, I want to be stretched and sore and I want you to do it. I don't care what you use."
Which was true, of course, although he most certainly had a preference. And he couldn't help that, not when he could see that bulge in Marco's trousers. Lexi wanted it in him, against him, anything, but he wanted it.