[Some would say there's always the hint of pain or marks when sleeping with the devil himself, but Lucifer's lips are nothing but slow and sensual at the moment as they explore the younger man's body. Every inch of it slowly, almost as if hes lost in the appreciation for it. Teeth do rake sharply over a nipple as digits slide between Francis' legs and teasingly seek out his entrance.]
Were you now? We'll see how terrible I feel like being tonight, then...
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Were you now? We'll see how terrible I feel like being tonight, then...