He tested Nate's grip, wanting to see if it was strong enough. He wanted Nate to leave bruises, marks on his skin. He wanted to be remember this for days. As he was entered, he arched his back against Nate, pressing there chests together, an almost groan bubbling in his throat.
"Fuck, Nate." Lucien moaned as he mark a mark on his shoulder. "Yes, you can bite. I love marks, Nate. Now fucking hurrying up and fuck me hard. I need your cock, Nate. Need it so bad." He almost whimpered. God it felt so good to be fucked. He had missed it so much, and to be held down. He looked up at Nate's blue eyes and raised his head slightly off the pillow to bring there lips back together.