lucio is not known for being subtle when it comes to his affections. he loves openly as he smiles, fully and brightly. his knowledge of relationships and his grasp on the concept of them are next to none, yet he has learned so much from the laughs and the plots of ROMANTIC COMEDIES. but those do not do much for him, so he CHOOSES to love everyone, everyone that comes close is an object of his never ending affections in some way. this is no exception, even though he does not consider his actions to be a form of social gaffe until after the fact.
there is frustration, the furrow of a thick brow as he reaches up Up UP to twine busy fingers into the folds of that serape. he moves forward, close because he wants MCCREE to know that he is lucio’s focus right now, these affections are thanks for companionship; for the gentle laugh and even the frustration that comes with the cowboy. (but why must he be so damn tall!) a set of fingers move to brush along the back of neck, into the disarray of hair that sits there. the smell of cigar smoke burns his nose, filtering down as throat when he is there; they are flush against one another, heat signatures becoming one. lucio acknowledges the other scents that hide benefit the burn of acridness, what he thinks might be saddlewood what he guesses is cologne. he enjoys it more than he will admit, filing the knowledge away as he cannot let mccree’s ego grow any larger than it already is.
he shifts the man down to meet his rise, standing up as far as the tips of his skates will allow. he is careful with the tilt of his head, praying to minimize the burn of the beard against the sensitive skin of his mouth and cheeks. a gentle press of lips, simple yet affectionate. then progressing into something more as lucio works his teeth into chapped skin. he is no stranger to these kisses, not hesitating to encourage the press of tongues, to taste the smoke that clings against his teeth and the corners of mccree’s mouth. the scrape of stable against his face is pleasant in some ways, dully harsh in others. he knows there will be a rash later today, but he powers own, leaning into the kiss that he shares with the other.
when he pulls away he is no less bright as he started out as; maybe the range of his glow has been knocked up a few decimals. kiss swollen lips pulled into a smile nonetheless, teeth bright contrast against today’s lip color of choice. fingers move away from the cowboy, itching to find his phone so he can start new tracks. he found a whole new range of colors in that kiss, a deep palette that lay underneath the sepias and sunsets that lucio usually associated with JESSE MCCREE. he wonders how he will capture the affection he was feeling, the deep pinks and mauves that danced behind his eyes. ❛ just wanted to give you a reminder that i don’t hate you no matter how much i punch and tease you! you’re an important friend, querido!❜
