Faolan did feel reassured by the gentle pressure Lucien applied to his hand, and his mouth inadvertently twitched into a smile again. He couldn't help but smile now when he looked at Lucien now, and though part of him knew he probably looked foolish, the majority didn't care.

When all was said and done, Faolan did not regret allowing Lucien to continue his endeavor. These last twelve hours had been some of the moist pleasurable of the Irishman's life. Though even he had received offers for this particular act, he had never allowed them out of shame. There was no shame in this room, between himself and Lucien he had nothing to be guilty about, and the way that Lucien was making him feel now could only be described as pure rapture. He fully relaxed, leaving himself fully in Lucien's hands, and his mouth, and neither of them were willing to stop until the other was fully satisfied.

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Faolan was completely drained by the time they were finished. All his years of training had not prepared him for the physical toll that sex could have on his body. Although he was exhausted, it was a pleasant tiredness that he had not experienced in all his life. He was perfectly content to lie here with Lucien for the rest of the day, the rest of the week if he could. 

He was half asleep, chest rising and falling slowly and rhythmically. He could feel Lucien's cool cheek against him, and was alerted when he moved to leave the room, but did not have the strength or the heart to stop him. [color=a36209]"Mmm..."[/color] he hummed, eyes still closed, [color=a36209]"Better be..."[/color] he said as Lucien slipped out of bed, and he drifted off to sleep.

It felt like seconds before Lucien returned, although Faolan could feel that he had spread his arms and legs out on the bed to take up all of the available space. He felt Lucien's hand, heard his voice, and smelled the bacon all at the same time. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open as his brain registered food, and his stomach growled in answer to Lucien's inquiry.

He nodded, then sat up, wobbling a bit as if he were dizzy. He chuckled quietly, then rubbed his forehead as he said, [color=a36209]"I almost feel sloshed..."[/color] And it was true, his body was so thoroughly tired that he felt as though he were drunk. His head was swimming from the events of the night, and earlier this morning, his face was hot and red, his hands were slightly shaky, and he knew if he stood up his knees may be unsteady.