While kissing was nice, he had never met someone that didn't kiss, but consumed him. Nate was hungry and needy for his lips, for his mouth. Every kiss was better than the last one, making Lucien long for another kiss.
As Nate came, Lucien also cried out. He had trained his body to come when he decided. He could hold back an orgasm or make it come that second. He came not too long after Nate did, staining their stomachs, where they were pressed together. He was kissed again, a dizzying kiss in between gulps of air as his body came down from the high.
He would soon hit the low, the most hated part of sex. It would be over. No more kissing, no more love, nothing. Lucien always felt a bit awkward when he was done with sex. Usually he left, or moved on to the next guy. Did the rules change with a slave? He would be seeing him again, again, and again.