[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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[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.