[Francis can't help smiling at that approval, and then his eyes are drawn almost helplessly, watching as Lucifer strips out of the last of his clothes. And oh, he's gorgeous, and he glows. He's already half-hard and Francis looks, shameless in how he lets his gaze slide over his skin.]
You're like a star.
[The words are a little bit thoughtless, fall from his lips with Francis hardly thinking about them, because it's so unavoidably true. His voice is sweet and a little bit awed, almost like worship. He was a little bit blind to a lot of the trappings of religion, the associations, but some of them were obvious enough when held before him.
And he does as he's told without hesitation, laying back on the bed, his legs spread wide, willing to put himself on display for Lucifer's enjoyment. He likes doing as he's told- from certain people, at least, and the Lord of Hell is more or less at the top of that list, although where the differences between Lucifer and Dodger are in that regard are murky and complicated.]
You really think I'm lovely?
[Francis is not particularly used to praise, and so he's helplessly greedy for it, eats up every word, every whisper. He doesn't even bother trying to pretend otherwise, a slight arch to his back, all spread out on the sheets, like a particularly pornographic pinup.]
[The compliment earns a fond laughter as Lucifer wonders if Francis even understands the implications of that compliment. Though it hardly stops him from preening under the praise as he slips up on to the bed to kneel between parted legs.]
Absolutely lovely.
[His hands go to slide up hips, slow and steady, exploring the expanse of skin exposed to him approvingly.]
[Francis smiles, watching how he preens under the compliment. He doesn't understand the context, just that Lucifer shines like something plucked still-glowing from the sky.
He shivers with a low murmur of heated breath as Lucifer joins him on the bed, moving in between his legs, and his voice affirms that earlier compliment. Hands touching against bared skin, and the blonde leans into the touch easily as his hands slide up over the exposed skin, a hot catch of his breath at the feel of it.
He's caught, but he doesn't mind at all, the way he just gives himself into Lucifer's hands, a low purr of pleasure that hums on his lips.]
I don't think I'd even mind. As long as that means touching, too.
[Fingers slide over the inside of the younger man's thighs and nudges them even further apart. He kneads at the soft skin there, into muscle as he continues to explore.]
Do you have any requests though? I am open to suggestions... even if I do have a few ideas of my own.
[Francis murmurs at the assurance, and his legs spread easy under the urging of Lucifer's hands. The way that his fingers knead at the soft skin, exploring his body.
The blonde moans softly, his breath shaking. A shiver runs through him that makes his shoulders curl as hands work over his flesh, and he surrenders, gives in. His body arching as his hips tilt into the touches.]
No, I-- Not yet, at least. I wanna see what you want to do with me.
[Which is maybe reckless, but he means it. That willingness to put himself in his hands, follow his rules, see where his desires lay. Not for any sort of leverage or potential benefit, but just- to feel it.]
Though I do want to feel you.
[Soft, but honest, hands curling into the sheets like he's not quite sure if he can touch yet. Blue eyes focused on Lucifer like he's the only star that matters.]
[Oh, but it certainly seems like he could be as terrible as he wants. He wouldn't want to scare Francis off though, not yet. Fingers trail up his thighs, brush near his cock before they slide up over his stomach, up towards his chest.]
You'll certainly have that... so just lie back and enjoy, Francis.
[A soft admittance, but his tone is light and almost playful. But it's true. He likes being pushed to the edge of what he can take, the way that Dodger makes him sob, how even Mitsuhide had left him shaking - before he's vanished. The people that he likes tend to have a talent for taking him apart, and he doesn't think Lucifer's at all lacking in that area.
He's not easy to scare, but he's trying to keep his his pride in check, that tendency to push, given that he's probably already in over his head. But he rather wants to see where it leads. And the murmurs of his voice are so very tempting-- so he does exactly as he's told; just laying back and enjoying how Lucifer touches him, shivering at the pleasure.]
[He shifts his weight forward soon enough to move a ready mouth over Francis, kissing and tracing every inch of his skin as he moves. He nips carefully here and there over smooth skin, sharp enough to feel though not sharp enough to leave a mark yet.]
That's a rather confident remark, all things considered...
[There's a low hint of amusement on his lips but he trades it for pleasure instead, moaning into Lucifer's lips, utterly helpless against how he feels, the way that teeth nip. No marks yet, he's sure, but truthfully the longer this stretches, the less sure he is that he actually meant it when he asked.]
I think you're probably right. But I was actually trying to be modest.
[He says it was a touch of a purr on his lips, a flutter of his eyelashes as he looks up at him. He knows that teasing the Devil is probably not the best idea in the world, but it's captivating. And oh, but the touches don't hurt. He wants him to kiss him again, but he refrains from asking just because he likes feeling this unravel for him.]
[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...
[Francis might like the pain, but he's greedy for just about any sort of contact. He just likes being touched, enjoys the contact, being wanted like this. His nipples are sensitive, and there's a hot gasp pulled from his lips as teeth rake against one pink peak of flesh.
It has the result that he gets distracted for a breath- loses track of Lucifer's fingers until they touch against his entrance. That sound on his mouth catching and changing into a hot moan, that way he shifts his hips, opens his body for him, all receptive and easy desire.]
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You're like a star.
[The words are a little bit thoughtless, fall from his lips with Francis hardly thinking about them, because it's so unavoidably true. His voice is sweet and a little bit awed, almost like worship. He was a little bit blind to a lot of the trappings of religion, the associations, but some of them were obvious enough when held before him.
And he does as he's told without hesitation, laying back on the bed, his legs spread wide, willing to put himself on display for Lucifer's enjoyment. He likes doing as he's told- from certain people, at least, and the Lord of Hell is more or less at the top of that list, although where the differences between Lucifer and Dodger are in that regard are murky and complicated.]
You really think I'm lovely?
[Francis is not particularly used to praise, and so he's helplessly greedy for it, eats up every word, every whisper. He doesn't even bother trying to pretend otherwise, a slight arch to his back, all spread out on the sheets, like a particularly pornographic pinup.]
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Absolutely lovely.
[His hands go to slide up hips, slow and steady, exploring the expanse of skin exposed to him approvingly.]
I could watch you all night, I think.
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He shivers with a low murmur of heated breath as Lucifer joins him on the bed, moving in between his legs, and his voice affirms that earlier compliment. Hands touching against bared skin, and the blonde leans into the touch easily as his hands slide up over the exposed skin, a hot catch of his breath at the feel of it.
He's caught, but he doesn't mind at all, the way he just gives himself into Lucifer's hands, a low purr of pleasure that hums on his lips.]
I don't think I'd even mind. As long as that means touching, too.
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[Fingers slide over the inside of the younger man's thighs and nudges them even further apart. He kneads at the soft skin there, into muscle as he continues to explore.]
Do you have any requests though? I am open to suggestions... even if I do have a few ideas of my own.
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The blonde moans softly, his breath shaking. A shiver runs through him that makes his shoulders curl as hands work over his flesh, and he surrenders, gives in. His body arching as his hips tilt into the touches.]
No, I-- Not yet, at least. I wanna see what you want to do with me.
[Which is maybe reckless, but he means it. That willingness to put himself in his hands, follow his rules, see where his desires lay. Not for any sort of leverage or potential benefit, but just- to feel it.]
Though I do want to feel you.
[Soft, but honest, hands curling into the sheets like he's not quite sure if he can touch yet. Blue eyes focused on Lucifer like he's the only star that matters.]
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[Oh, but it certainly seems like he could be as terrible as he wants. He wouldn't want to scare Francis off though, not yet. Fingers trail up his thighs, brush near his cock before they slide up over his stomach, up towards his chest.]
You'll certainly have that... so just lie back and enjoy, Francis.
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[A soft admittance, but his tone is light and almost playful. But it's true. He likes being pushed to the edge of what he can take, the way that Dodger makes him sob, how even Mitsuhide had left him shaking - before he's vanished. The people that he likes tend to have a talent for taking him apart, and he doesn't think Lucifer's at all lacking in that area.
He's not easy to scare, but he's trying to keep his his pride in check, that tendency to push, given that he's probably already in over his head. But he rather wants to see where it leads. And the murmurs of his voice are so very tempting-- so he does exactly as he's told; just laying back and enjoying how Lucifer touches him, shivering at the pleasure.]
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That's a rather confident remark, all things considered...
[The devil can do terrible rather well...]
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I think you're probably right. But I was actually trying to be modest.
[He says it was a touch of a purr on his lips, a flutter of his eyelashes as he looks up at him. He knows that teasing the Devil is probably not the best idea in the world, but it's captivating. And oh, but the touches don't hurt. He wants him to kiss him again, but he refrains from asking just because he likes feeling this unravel for him.]
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Were you now? We'll see how terrible I feel like being tonight, then...
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It has the result that he gets distracted for a breath- loses track of Lucifer's fingers until they touch against his entrance. That sound on his mouth catching and changing into a hot moan, that way he shifts his hips, opens his body for him, all receptive and easy desire.]
Well now that sounds- downright enticing.