So this was what it was like to be truly loved? To have someone making love, not fucking him. Even after their slow, lazy sex Lucien still thought of it as fucking, but this...no this was not fucking.
Tears prickled at the edges of his eyes. They were hard to define. They was sort of sad. Sad in a way that Lucien wish he had been able to have sex like this before, but they were also happy. Happy that Nate was the one he could share this with.
He was crying too much today, he would be completely cried out by the end of the night. But a sobbed bubbled from his throat. "Nate." he cried, burying his head in Nate's shoulder, just breathing him in.