It's been so long since the last time he had the chance to fuck someone he didn't hate. Being swapped out of one chaotic hellscape into another may have worked out to his advantage this time.

His head lowers to hide his groan against Francis' shoulder as he feels the other man's body stretch to accommodate him. Lester swears against the skin, but the sound is muffled. It feels too good to take his time, but from the way those hands are roaming over his body and smearing his blood he doesn't think Francis is that type of guy. He presses on until he's fully sheathed inside him, and begins to pull back to do it again with more force behind it this time until he gradually builds up to a fast pace.

Sure he's in pain from the cuts and the touching isn't helping, but he'd be a liar if that shit didn't turn him on more. "Fuck, you feel good." He groans out the words against the side of Francis' jaw now, nudging his face with his nose as sort of an apology in advance because he's not going easy on him. Lester's movements are aggressive and unrelenting so the sounds of skin meeting skin roughly seem really loud in the otherwise quiet room.