[His breath catches as Lucifer steps in close, face tilting into the way that his fingers drag against his cheek. He takes his chin, and there's the easy way that he shifts to let Lucifer move him how he likes, a flutter of long eyelashes as he looks up at him like he's not sure he should look away.
And he nods before he quite finds the words, easy agreement that flushes his skin a little. The truth is a bit less pretty, but there's something about Lucifer that makes him less self-conscious. The fact that the way he asks the question is like silk velvet, a low rumble in his throat- that doesn't hurt.]
--Yeah. I like being good. And very bad, once in a while.
[Dodger's been training him out of that tendency toward if you want me, but impulsive as he could be, he also was used to putting peoples' desires above his own. He liked it, honestly. Before he vanished, Mitsuhide had once said Francis went looking for people to ruin him, and he hadn't been wrong, really.]
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And he nods before he quite finds the words, easy agreement that flushes his skin a little. The truth is a bit less pretty, but there's something about Lucifer that makes him less self-conscious. The fact that the way he asks the question is like silk velvet, a low rumble in his throat- that doesn't hurt.]
--Yeah. I like being good. And very bad, once in a while.
[Dodger's been training him out of that tendency toward if you want me, but impulsive as he could be, he also was used to putting peoples' desires above his own. He liked it, honestly. Before he vanished, Mitsuhide had once said Francis went looking for people to ruin him, and he hadn't been wrong, really.]