[Honestly, Francis is a mess and the idea of letting Lucifer hurt him has crossed his mind more than a few times. But, well- pain isn't always a punishment and pleasure isn't always a reward, especially for someone like him. But he's interested, curious to see how they fit together.
He draws Francis in close, and the slight man follows easy, that eagerness obvious in how his body curls in against him, fingers that slide just under his jacket. He's not shy, not here. And, well. Lucifer's been so charming to him so far, so almost sweet that he can't help himself, especially not tonight, not right now.]
Now that's flattery. But I can't say I mind.
[It's all easy and provocative as he lets Lucifer pull him towards an empty room, his skin already a little flushed. He wants to be touched, to try and bury the way he aches for a while.]
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He draws Francis in close, and the slight man follows easy, that eagerness obvious in how his body curls in against him, fingers that slide just under his jacket. He's not shy, not here. And, well. Lucifer's been so charming to him so far, so almost sweet that he can't help himself, especially not tonight, not right now.]
Now that's flattery. But I can't say I mind.
[It's all easy and provocative as he lets Lucifer pull him towards an empty room, his skin already a little flushed. He wants to be touched, to try and bury the way he aches for a while.]