[Lucifer guides him toward the bed, and Francis follows easy. There's something about the way that Lucifer offers his interest that's almost intoxicating, makes him flush a little bit hotter as he watches how he moves.
He likes the direction, and that way that his voice is more of a command when he tells him to get on the bed hits something, pulls him in deeper, a soft catch of breath against pink lips.]
Yes, Sir.
[That answer is almost reflexive, and he does as he's told almost without thinking- slipping off his shoes and climbing up on the bed. Sir is a bit too similar, echoes a bit too dearly, but Francis is still fairly new to these things; doesn't realize it until it's on the air.
He kneels by the foot of it, hands clasping behind him as he looks up at him. The collar isn't just for show, but usually Dodger is the only one that can get those hooks into him. But Lucifer's been captivating since the first time Francis met him face to face.]
no subject
He likes the direction, and that way that his voice is more of a command when he tells him to get on the bed hits something, pulls him in deeper, a soft catch of breath against pink lips.]
Yes, Sir.
[That answer is almost reflexive, and he does as he's told almost without thinking- slipping off his shoes and climbing up on the bed. Sir is a bit too similar, echoes a bit too dearly, but Francis is still fairly new to these things; doesn't realize it until it's on the air.
He kneels by the foot of it, hands clasping behind him as he looks up at him. The collar isn't just for show, but usually Dodger is the only one that can get those hooks into him. But Lucifer's been captivating since the first time Francis met him face to face.]