Lucien took those fingers into his mouth, sucking on them, trying to get them as wet as he could. God he wanted them inside him, streching him out again, although he probably didn't need it. That was just a testament to how much Nate cared about not hurting him.
"Fuck you are prefect." He said, letting go of the wet fingers. Nate really was. Lucien was probably moving things along a bit to fast, but if he could just get something inside him, he would be fine.