Lucien inwardly smirked. Nate was his hook line and sinker. Most men got rough when they got desperate. He pulled back, licking just the tip.
"I know I am." he said, his voice rough, but just how he wanted it. "But as much as I would love to taste you, that would defeat the purpose of this." He stopped back up placing a light kiss on Nate's lips. "Because," he said, pushing his pants down his hips. "Now I want you to hold to throw me on that bed and fuck me so hard I can't even remember my own name. I want you to hold me down and fuck my ass just like you fucked my mouth."