Bullseye doesn't doubt for even a moment that someone Francis' age would not have any issue getting aroused, but at the same time he wasn't quite expecting him to be that hard when he feels him over. Making him wait while he's in that state seems like a travesty.

It's soon clear that he isn't the only one getting handsy when there's one quickly slipping fingers beneath the fabric of his pants. He rocks his hips toward the touch slowly. Gradually his pants begin to feel offensive in how constricting they are, but he tries to push that aside for a moment.

He loops one arm around Francis' waist to pull him up onto his knees just so he can hook his fingers into both pant and underwear and hall it all down to his knees. That's really all he needs for now. While he takes in the sight of having freed the man's cock, he gets a good amount of lube on his fingers. Bullseye doesn't wait to rub slick fingertips against the archer's hole, two fingers pushing inside him shortly after followed by a third with no warning or permission. He just wants to see how much he'll take without complaint.

Bullseye breaks away from the kiss to press kisses along Francis' collar bone. Only not quite kisses. They're more like bites with enough suction to leave behind distinct marks whenever he pauses.