Lucien felt himself be lifted off the ground, and then felt the edge of his bed against his knees. Naturally they both fell onto it, golden eyes now staring up at the Irishman who towered over him, He watched Faolan remove his shirt, eyes now finally able to fully appreciate Faolan's muscular form, hand beginning to trail down his chest as the Irishman came down for another kiss. The nephilim couldn't help but be hyper aware of the position of Faolan's as they trailed down his body. Seeing him struggle with the buttons on his shirt, Lucien let out a small chuckle before he quickly began to aid him, sensing his growing frustration. 

[color=burlywood]"I'd rather the buttons be salvaged for another day."[/color] He said amusingly, shifting slightly to shrug the shirt off his shoulders before tossing it aside. 

Both his arms wrapped around Faolan's shoulders once more, pulling him back down against him, feeling the heat of his body now directly against his own as he kissed the Irishman with increased intensity. Lucien could not get enough of him. He wanted more, and both his body and his eyes reflected that desire.