Lucien found himself consumed with these new feelings the longer he remained in contact with Faolan. His body and lips moved almost instinctively as Faolan pressed him against the opposing wall, reaching up to slide an arm around Faolan's broad shoulders to pull him closer to him, if that was possible. A light shudder went up his spine as he felt Faolan's warm hands make contact with his bare skin.  

The Frenchman was overtaken by physical urges he had never felt or considered before, hyper-aware of just how tightly their bodies were pressing against each other. It was a pleasurable feeling, and a contact he didn't want to break as he found his left hand trailing down Faolan's chest, feeling the well-toned muscles through his shirt. Over the years he had always kept himself from staring at the Irishman too long when they were changing or bathing in the outdoors, not wanting to make Faolan uncomfortable, but he could not deny that he had always found Faolan to be an incredibly attractive man, he just hadn't realized there was more to that attraction than he had originally thought. 

Now that he was able to touch him like this, he felt like all of his restraint was gone. Lucien's hand slid under his shirt and curled around his body, enjoying the feeling of the warmth he was providing him. Faolan's direct touch left trails of a burning fire across his skin, that only made him want more. The Frenchman's complexion was completely flushed, not only because of the alcohol but because of the feelings of arousal that were becoming harder for him to ignore. How much time had passed? He wasn't sure, but he didn't want this to end.