Faolan was relieved and instantly gratified when he felt Lucien not only return his show of affection, but increase the passion of it tenfold. He tightened his grip around him even more, wanting to feel all of him at once. His fingers twined into the Frenchman's hair and he gripped it gently, but firmly. He broke the kiss but for a moment to plant a kiss on Lucien's cheek and then his neck as the Nephilim pushed against him. Sensing his intention, Faolan rolled onto his back and let Lucien take the power position above him. Seeing him like this was so exciting that Faolan could no longer hide his arousal. He growled quietly as he looked up at him, letting his eyes roam all over his lithe frame. The Irishman placed a hand on Lucien's chest and let it fall slowly, sliding over the muscles in his stomach before letting it rest on his hip. As he saw Lucien come down for another kiss, he rose to accept it, meeting the Nephilim halfway. They kissed again and again, each one more passionate than the last.

Faolan, his heart and mind so full of Lucien, pulled away for a moment to look into those golden eyes. His face was flushed and his chest was heaving, he could barely contain himself. There was a moment of silence and Faolan whispered, [color=a36209]"Don't go..."[/color] before pulling Lucien down again to return to their kiss, this time letting his lips fall against the pulsing vein in Lucien's neck.