To be honest, that's sort of Francis' kink, the thing that he looks for. There were people that were more, of course. There were situations where there was a person that he took a shine to and he wanted their hands all over his body. But a place like this, when what he wanted more than anything was a distraction, to not have to think about things?

Getting used was right up his alley. Rough and harsh until he couldn't think of anything else.

He murmurs, a little wanton as teeth nip at his bottom lip and strong fingers curl in the blonde strands of his hair. It's easy to get pulled along, to lean into it as fingers curl against the curve of Francis' hips. He can feel the heat of his touch, which is strange, but he does get the message, a huff of amusement in his throat. His hands slip from the man's chest to help get his pants off, and thankfully they're not tight so he doesn't have too much trouble kicking them off over his boots.

Leaves him in just a skimpy pair of very purple briefs. Those he's not quite so willing to give up just yet, but he's not worried about it in this moment. His hands sliding along the waistband of the other man's pants, a low hum as he presses his hips against him, all long legs and lean muscle. He nips at his lips in return, but it's a little softer, playful- enticing more than anything.