Faolan let himself growl a little more loudly as he felt Lucien taking control of the situation. He had thought it would be much longer before the Frenchman was comfortable with this position of power. Faolan had been the one mostly in control last night, though Lucien had made it very clear that there would be two willing participants in every act. Though this was an all-together different feeling, Faolan did not find it unpleasant in the slightest. Seeing Lucien look so...dominant was something he never could have imagined before this moment. His arousal was almost too much to contain, but he held himself back, wanting to see what the Frenchman had in store.

He felt Lucien kiss his neck and almost grabbed him by the shoulders to hold him still, but the Frenchman began to move down his body. Each kiss was like a small electric shock, sending intense waves of pleasure out from where his lips made contact with Faolan's skin. He moaned again, louder this time, and gripped the sheet in his fist until his knuckles turned white.

As Lucien moved further down, Faolan felt himself snap out of the euphoria as a small amount of anxiety gripped his heart. As Lucien reached his waist, Faolan started and reached for him. He laid a hand on his shoulder and said, almost out of breath, [color=a36209]"Lucien...you don't have to."[/color]

Although Faolan had never experienced this particular brand of pleasure, he knew what Lucien's intention was. It was clear in his face and in his eyes what he wanted to do. It wasn't necessarily that Faolan did not want this, it was more that he wanted to make sure this was something Lucien wanted to do, and did not feel the need to do simply to please him. He never wanted Lucien to feel manipulated or put out by anyone, himself least of all, but he knew that Lucien's desire to please others sometimes overshadowed his own needs. Faolan needed to make sure from here on out that there was unshakable equality between the two of them and maintain it at any cost.