[Those long, gentle fingers roaming over his body cause goosebumps in their wake. He sort of shudders as they trace over his scars, shying away from the touch a little. It's not that he doesn't like it, but he's not used to being handled, to someone wanting to touch him with something intimate and soft. He's been hurt so often in his lifetime. Mostly by the people who are meant to care and love him. He's no virgin, but even the people he's been with rarely got to touching him much. It was mostly something quick to satisfy urges. Very few have spent enough time with him to run their hands all over him and really explore every inch of his body. Very few have ever cared enough. He allowed only a select few to ever touch him in such a way.
It doesn't stop him or make him falter though, his skin may be sensitive to touch, but it makes it all that much more potent as he makes out with the Devil.
To the request he draws back a little so he can pull at his tie, easily untangling it with deft and dexterous fingers to throw it aside. Buttons come undone in a blink, showing off how light and fast his hands could be. These hands were crafty and talented, that's for sure. He splays his palms out over Lucifers chest the moment skin is revealed to him and he'll push cloth back as he caresses over his shoulders to lean in and kiss him again. Unable to get enough of him.
He drinks deep then slips off his lap to roll his shoulders and slide the shirt off, tossing it aside. He'll then drop his pants, ridding himself of his underwear to stand comfortably nude before the devil, erection standing firm and full. He's average in length and girth, not too big, not too small, no odd curves or anything remarkable but nothing to scoff at. He'll pick up his abandoned drink to finish it before striding to the bar to pick out a bottle, sort of allowing the devil an eyeful of his backside. Which he does have an absolutely stunning ass if he does say so himself.
He'll take his time in case the devil is enjoying the view or wants to finish undressing himself as Len pours them another drink and sort of casually leans at the bar to sip his own, waiting for Lucifer to join him and stretching out his back or sticking out his ass slightly in invitation as he casts a sort of coy glance over at him.]
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It doesn't stop him or make him falter though, his skin may be sensitive to touch, but it makes it all that much more potent as he makes out with the Devil.
To the request he draws back a little so he can pull at his tie, easily untangling it with deft and dexterous fingers to throw it aside. Buttons come undone in a blink, showing off how light and fast his hands could be. These hands were crafty and talented, that's for sure. He splays his palms out over Lucifers chest the moment skin is revealed to him and he'll push cloth back as he caresses over his shoulders to lean in and kiss him again. Unable to get enough of him.
He drinks deep then slips off his lap to roll his shoulders and slide the shirt off, tossing it aside. He'll then drop his pants, ridding himself of his underwear to stand comfortably nude before the devil, erection standing firm and full. He's average in length and girth, not too big, not too small, no odd curves or anything remarkable but nothing to scoff at. He'll pick up his abandoned drink to finish it before striding to the bar to pick out a bottle, sort of allowing the devil an eyeful of his backside. Which he does have an absolutely stunning ass if he does say so himself.
He'll take his time in case the devil is enjoying the view or wants to finish undressing himself as Len pours them another drink and sort of casually leans at the bar to sip his own, waiting for Lucifer to join him and stretching out his back or sticking out his ass slightly in invitation as he casts a sort of coy glance over at him.]