[He chuffs a mirthless laugh, jerking his leather pants down the sharp cut of his hipbones, his thighs. His gauntlets slap the floor, the last of his clothes.
Crimson watches them from Isaac's chair, lazily lashing its tail.
He's not unaware that it's the first time he has offered his whole body - still long-limbed and sinewy, winding patterns laid over most of the places where he has scarred - and its finer details for Hector's consideration. He's not uncomfortable with the exposure but he doesn't send his devil away, either, when he pads towards Hector and stands beside him, coolly expectant, crossing his arms.
It occurs to him that Hector's at a height where he could easily grab a fistful of his hair and jam his face into his crotch. The thought flickers through his mind, there and gone.]
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[He chuffs a mirthless laugh, jerking his leather pants down the sharp cut of his hipbones, his thighs. His gauntlets slap the floor, the last of his clothes.
Crimson watches them from Isaac's chair, lazily lashing its tail.
He's not unaware that it's the first time he has offered his whole body - still long-limbed and sinewy, winding patterns laid over most of the places where he has scarred - and its finer details for Hector's consideration. He's not uncomfortable with the exposure but he doesn't send his devil away, either, when he pads towards Hector and stands beside him, coolly expectant, crossing his arms.
It occurs to him that Hector's at a height where he could easily grab a fistful of his hair and jam his face into his crotch. The thought flickers through his mind, there and gone.]
Supposedly.