There had been a part of Lucien that had worried that Faolan might hold back because he was worried he might hurt him, but he was happy that it wasn't a problem. Long ago Lucien had tested his theory, after the 'incident,' and discovered that Faolan could not hurt him in his human form. Granted, there was not a single part of him that believed the Irishman ever would. He trusted him wholeheartedly, and even in this moment of vulnerability, he trusted Faolan to the point he was more than willing to give him control over his body. It added an entirely new level of thrill in the experience, especially when he felt the source of Faolan's own growing desire against his body. Feeling Faolan's hand against his pants caused another moan to escape the Frenchman, his own arousal growing as he felt the Irishman's fingers within his waistband, but then their kiss was broken, causing the nephilim to open his eyes to look up at the Irishman, for a moment afraid he would stop. That worry immediately left him as he saw the smiling expression upon his face. At his question, Lucien gave him a gentle smile. He reached up to place a hand on Faolan's cheek, before leaning up and placing a soft kiss upon his lips, and lowering himself back onto the bed. [color=burlywood]"Yes.. It's okay."[/color] He responded. Lucien was no fool, he knew exactly where this was going. Faolan's time away had left him too much time for him to lose himself in his thoughts.. to think back to what could have happened that night they had gotten drunk if Faolan hadn't stopped them. Now he knew, and there was not one part of him that was hesitant of going through with it. With that, he moved his hand to snake around the Irishman's neck before he pulled him back down for another passionate kiss. Lucien gave himself completely to Faolan, body and soul, and the two of them continued to bask in the warmth of each other's embrace for the rest of the night. -- The next morning, Luicien woke up securely wrapped around Faolan's arms, even tighter than the first time they had spent the night on the same bed. His head rested upon the man's arm, and there legs were almost tangled with each other. He shifted slightly in the man's arms to get a better look at his face. The events of last night played through his head, and his cheeks reddened. He wasn't really embarrassed, even now he regretted nothing of what had happened last night. He had gotten to see new sides of Faolan, just as the man got to see new sides of him. There was the side of the Irishman that he had always believed to be gentle despite his appearance, but he had been able to see the other side of him too, the one that lacked control. Knowing it was his.. reactions that had invigorated the Irishman in that way.. It made Lucien happy. He was the happiest he had been in in a while, now knowing that he wouldn't have to repress his feelings for Faolan anymore. He felt.. complete, and he knew the void he had felt in his heart throughout Faolan's absence had now been filled. Lucien looked at how peaceful Faolan looked in his sleep, and couldn't hold back a smile. Normally even the smallest motion would have woken the Irishman up, but it had been a very long night for both of them, and while he couldn't deny he felt a bit tired, physically he was fine, a bonus of being what he was. It was not common for the Lucien to awaken before Faolan, so he enjoyed the sight of it while he could, before he was eventually unable to stop himself before he leaned up and placed a soft kiss against the man's lips. While 'cute' was not one word one would usually use to describe the Irishman, he couldn't help but think that of him right now. He just couldn't help himself.