There always was that element of care, one that Lucien had never even thought was possible. Now with Nate he craved that care, that love that he was shown.
"Oh, yes, Nate. Fucking yes." He breathing, his hips thrusting down an inch but he forced himself to stop. He threw his head from side to side. God he wanted it so bad, but he was not going to rush it any more. He had a part of Nate inside him, he should be happy enough about that.