He watches him pull his shirt back on, that flex of muscle, the way the blood seeps into the fabric a little. But it's not bad. Nothing to worry about, and the cloth will probably be enough to stop the rest of it. Good enough for now, anyway.
He's actually thinking about leaving it here, about turning and waiting for the next time, because there's something here that gets under his skin too deep for him to believe they wont run across each other again. But then there's that question and Francis turns back to face him, a spark in his blue eyes, a flicker of heat at the suggestion there. He shrugs his shoulders as the other man gets to his feet, taking a step in closer.
"Yeah? Then I'd stick around. See what you had in mind." His voice is even, low suggestion that plays along the edges.
He'd meant violence if they're being precise, wanted to see what he could do when it wasn't some torture trap. But in truth sex tended to weave into that for him anyway, so the difference was mostly one of context and degrees, how far things went. And it's not like the idea of making it about sex is unwelcome, when he's already on edge. He doesn't bother trying to hide that he's interested, since that had ended up pretty overt given Bullseye had called him on getting off on it. And he hadn't been wrong, not really, still has his skin hot and his pupils a little wide.
ahh best snacks tho.
He's actually thinking about leaving it here, about turning and waiting for the next time, because there's something here that gets under his skin too deep for him to believe they wont run across each other again. But then there's that question and Francis turns back to face him, a spark in his blue eyes, a flicker of heat at the suggestion there. He shrugs his shoulders as the other man gets to his feet, taking a step in closer.
"Yeah? Then I'd stick around. See what you had in mind." His voice is even, low suggestion that plays along the edges.
He'd meant violence if they're being precise, wanted to see what he could do when it wasn't some torture trap. But in truth sex tended to weave into that for him anyway, so the difference was mostly one of context and degrees, how far things went. And it's not like the idea of making it about sex is unwelcome, when he's already on edge. He doesn't bother trying to hide that he's interested, since that had ended up pretty overt given Bullseye had called him on getting off on it. And he hadn't been wrong, not really, still has his skin hot and his pupils a little wide.