Faolan was becoming increasingly frustrated and distracted by the buttons on Lucien's shirt, and was almost relieved when the Frenchman broke the kiss to assist him. He chuckled back, feeling himself unable to keep the smile on his face at bay, and looked down at Lucien's nude upper-half as the man shrugged his shirt off and tossed it aside. 

He looked down for a moment longer, savoring the sight of him as his pants became more and more uncomfortable with each passing second. Lucien was beautiful and so pure. For the first time in his life, he felt his touch not soiling the body of another. He felt as though Lucien were purifying him, and he felt so sure of himself, confident even though he was now in uncharted territory. Faolan had been intimate before, with women, only three times, but this was so much different than it had been back then. In the past he had felt awkward, unsure, and was definitely not as aroused as he was now. To him, although the world looked at this as wrong, he saw it as so truly right. How could something so pure and beautiful as love be looked at with such disgust? Faolan had been mired in a mountain of self-doubt for so long, that finally seeing the truth of what he was for the first time...it was so freeing. He knew of no other way to express this than to touch and be touched by Lucien.

He let the Frenchman pull him down into a kiss and collapsed on top of him, crushing Lucien's body to him with ferocity. His whole body was vibrating with desire; he could feel his fingers digging into the skin of Lucien's back as he thrust his tongue back into the Frenchman's mouth. Lucien yielded to his every whim and did not resist even when Faolan became a little rougher in his desire. This made Faolan feel powerful, in control, and only drove his desire further. 

His free hand slid down Lucien's body toward his hip and his groin and the Irishman's fingers brushed against the zipper of Lucien's pants. The firmness he felt there started his body burning from the inside out. He wanted--no needed--to get out of his pants soon, it was beginning to be painful. He hooked a finger inside of Lucien's waistband and started working at the button of his pants.

And then stopped, suddenly, and pulled away from the kiss. He looked down at Lucien's face, into his golden eyes, and realized that he was still smiling, though not by choice. He searched Lucien's eyes for any hint of doubt, and though he saw his own desire mirrored there, he had to ask...

He cleared his throat, hovering over Lucien with one finger lingering behind the button on his waist band. [color=a36209]"Is this...okay?"[/color] he asked, not sure how to actually say what he wanted to, but hoping that Lucien would understand.