Well, I'm all for exploring and seeing what happens.

[Honestly, Francis actually likes marks, the way they linger on his skin, being able to touch them like a sensory echo. But, well. It was Dodger's birthday and they weren't exclusive or anything, but he tried to not push lines too far. Even if Dodger had pushed him out of the suite for the night.

But for the moment, all he really cares about is the way Lucifer's fingers tug against his clothes, starting to expose more skin, and the way their mouths press together. It's easy to melt into the contact, the warmth of that attention, hands trailing against the man, and he's a little bit breathless when they part, bright blue eyes as he looks up at him.]

Mm, gives us time that way. And I'm eager to see what you do with it.