Francis just murmurs soft as Julian slides fingers through his hair, easy and pliant as he lets the other man carefully wrap the leather against his neck, fingers tightening the buckle until it sits snug but not tight against his skin. It feels like something, a weight, but he likes it. Different than when Caleb had put him in a collar back at the Galleria, but still nice.

His eyelashes flutter at the press of lips to his hair, and he does as he's told, settling down nicely with his head in his lap. He doesn't talk, just lets himself nuzzle lightly into the way that Julian absently touches him as he does his work. It makes him feel like a pet, which makes him think about Caleb, which inevitably puts a flushed smile on his face.