Bruce's hands are large and surprisingly dexterous for anyone who doesn't know him, and another time John might appreciate the skill with which they press into him, slowly working him open with the same finesse as they would a lock. But it is, indeed, taking enough time that what distance Bruce had managed to push him into is starting to waver, and John grinds out another curse as it becomes more and more clear that Bruce has decided that now is the best time to zen. He can feel the thickness of the man's cock rubbing against him with just enough contact to be a bloody tease and absolutely nothing near enough for him to have a hope of getting off himself.
"Come on, you bloody wanker," he curses, and maybe it finally gets through to whatever nirvana of making John's dick explode from need Bruce is trying to achieve, but at last Bruce is moving. The fingers are gone and John attempts to press back against the thick head of Bruce's cock, but the angle is all wrong. Likely also on purpose, he feels. He's at Bruce's mercy and nothing else is going to happen until the other man chooses to.
He's about to curse him out again, for all the good it might do, when Bruce jerks a peg free and the words become a choked out cry of pleasure and shock as he's rewarded at the same time. It's such a mix of pain and pleasure that despite how much he wants it, John's muscles clamp down around Bruce immediately and his body tenses against the harness.
"Come on, you bloody wanker," he curses, and maybe it finally gets through to whatever nirvana of making John's dick explode from need Bruce is trying to achieve, but at last Bruce is moving. The fingers are gone and John attempts to press back against the thick head of Bruce's cock, but the angle is all wrong. Likely also on purpose, he feels. He's at Bruce's mercy and nothing else is going to happen until the other man chooses to.
He's about to curse him out again, for all the good it might do, when Bruce jerks a peg free and the words become a choked out cry of pleasure and shock as he's rewarded at the same time. It's such a mix of pain and pleasure that despite how much he wants it, John's muscles clamp down around Bruce immediately and his body tenses against the harness.
[ There's defiance behind those eyes of Constantine's, daring and oh so delectable. Peter doesn't need empathy to read all the possibilities that tonight will bring, it's clear on his features and especially in that wicked smirk. He quirks a domineering brow and curls the tips of his fingers, pressing further into flesh as he scrapes shorn nails. ]
I suspect things will become far more interesting...
[ The movement draws his attention, head tipping as eyes rake down the length of his body, witnessing the shameless spread of his legs. Roguish smile tugs on his lips, and in turn, the shadow of his hand brazenly swoops to encompass his cock in a hold as firm as the one on his neck. As he returns his gaze, there's a momentary pause when he feels the all-too-familiar presence of disembodied hands sweeping across skin under fabric, sending a delightful wave of arousal. ]
Ahh, so you do have tricks up your sleeve. [ His smile widens to a grin. ] Fun... shall I drive you mad here before I drag you upstairs? [ The force at his groin branches off, tracing over balls and taint. ]
I suspect things will become far more interesting...
[ The movement draws his attention, head tipping as eyes rake down the length of his body, witnessing the shameless spread of his legs. Roguish smile tugs on his lips, and in turn, the shadow of his hand brazenly swoops to encompass his cock in a hold as firm as the one on his neck. As he returns his gaze, there's a momentary pause when he feels the all-too-familiar presence of disembodied hands sweeping across skin under fabric, sending a delightful wave of arousal. ]
Ahh, so you do have tricks up your sleeve. [ His smile widens to a grin. ] Fun... shall I drive you mad here before I drag you upstairs? [ The force at his groin branches off, tracing over balls and taint. ]
John's always desperate to get away from what he wants, Bruce thinks.
He doesn't keep shoving inside of him when the other man goes tense. He gives him a second, rocking instead, rubbing over the spot of stricken flesh where the pin was. Over to his flank, just holding him. Fingers tapping a few times, a silent reminder that he's supported, literally as well as figuratively. Bruce isn't here to maliciously hurt him. He's not going to let him collapse and suffocate, or hurt himself while bound.
"Gonna be mad at me for liking how you feel?"
Goading instead of breathe, you idiot. Though he should also breathe. Bruce rubs the small of his back with his other hand, strays his thumb lower, pressing into the cleft of his ass over where his cock is starting to sink into him.
He doesn't keep shoving inside of him when the other man goes tense. He gives him a second, rocking instead, rubbing over the spot of stricken flesh where the pin was. Over to his flank, just holding him. Fingers tapping a few times, a silent reminder that he's supported, literally as well as figuratively. Bruce isn't here to maliciously hurt him. He's not going to let him collapse and suffocate, or hurt himself while bound.
"Gonna be mad at me for liking how you feel?"
Goading instead of breathe, you idiot. Though he should also breathe. Bruce rubs the small of his back with his other hand, strays his thumb lower, pressing into the cleft of his ass over where his cock is starting to sink into him.
John exhales slowly, focusing on breathing as he knows Bruce wants him to, letting himself take as long as he needs to recover from the dual sensations. The gentle touches of Bruce's fingers help a great deal, soothing over skin that feels throbbing and red, stroking over his sides lightly.
And despite what others might think of him or expect, the goading comment helps too. He snorts a laugh and exhales again, this time less like he's forcing the air out of himself and closer to normal.
"I'd be pissed if you were sunk even this deep and weren't appreciating it. All that work for no pay off is bound to upset anyone."
Christ, he can feel the press of Bruce's thumb, making it all the more apparent where his cock was pushing into him, and John shifts his weight back a little, meeting the gentle rocking motion of Bruce's hips and encouraging more from him.
And despite what others might think of him or expect, the goading comment helps too. He snorts a laugh and exhales again, this time less like he's forcing the air out of himself and closer to normal.
"I'd be pissed if you were sunk even this deep and weren't appreciating it. All that work for no pay off is bound to upset anyone."
Christ, he can feel the press of Bruce's thumb, making it all the more apparent where his cock was pushing into him, and John shifts his weight back a little, meeting the gentle rocking motion of Bruce's hips and encouraging more from him.
[His pulse quickens, thumping against Peter's grip, although whether it's from the instinctive drive to resist the pressure or a building need is impossible to tell. It's all mixing together in a heady combination.
Peter does have the upper hand in one way however; the spell Constantine uses requires a bit more focus than the more intuitive power of telekinesis, and those unseen hands are playing havoc with his focus. His hand on Peter's thigh is the focus, and his fingers press harder into muscle, the magical contact turning to nails dragging down Peter's back in response.
The spell flickers as the other man takes it further, and Constantine utters a low curse, thinking that he likely could make good on that threat.]
How's about- [He wets his lips, and alright, he can't hide that he is starting to struggle to maintain the illusion of control. Credit where it's due.] -how's about we go upstairs then, where we can really have fun, no need to worry about who might see what.
Peter does have the upper hand in one way however; the spell Constantine uses requires a bit more focus than the more intuitive power of telekinesis, and those unseen hands are playing havoc with his focus. His hand on Peter's thigh is the focus, and his fingers press harder into muscle, the magical contact turning to nails dragging down Peter's back in response.
The spell flickers as the other man takes it further, and Constantine utters a low curse, thinking that he likely could make good on that threat.]
How's about- [He wets his lips, and alright, he can't hide that he is starting to struggle to maintain the illusion of control. Credit where it's due.] -how's about we go upstairs then, where we can really have fun, no need to worry about who might see what.
[ A frisson of excitement sweeps through, tingling and reacting to Constantine's energies as they gradually become more and more vivid, expanding, fluctuating, and falling into the rhythm of his heartbeat. Instinctively, he arches into the tantalizing graze of nails running down his back, his grip at his neck wavering for a fleeting moment as sensations heighten and pull a soft pleasured sigh through parted lips.
Peter's gaze remains fixed on Constantine's, unfettered lust edging in at the same pace that his illusion melts away. He'd be lying to himself if he said he wasn't tempted by the idea of unraveling him right there, by the very thought that he could in the midst of a crowd - albeit a small crowd - without anyone ever knowing... depending on his poker face, of course. ]
Oh, I'm not worried... but if you say so... [ Peter flashes another smirk as he withdraws both physical and telekinetic hold. With a quick glance down, Constantine's tie cinches around his neck, then Peter's fingers trace its length before he wraps the end around his hand. ]
Come on then. [ He tugs at the makeshift leash and pushes his seat back as he moves to stand, having already spotted the staircase where he intends to lead him. ] And tell me, where exactly is this room?
Peter's gaze remains fixed on Constantine's, unfettered lust edging in at the same pace that his illusion melts away. He'd be lying to himself if he said he wasn't tempted by the idea of unraveling him right there, by the very thought that he could in the midst of a crowd - albeit a small crowd - without anyone ever knowing... depending on his poker face, of course. ]
Oh, I'm not worried... but if you say so... [ Peter flashes another smirk as he withdraws both physical and telekinetic hold. With a quick glance down, Constantine's tie cinches around his neck, then Peter's fingers trace its length before he wraps the end around his hand. ]
Come on then. [ He tugs at the makeshift leash and pushes his seat back as he moves to stand, having already spotted the staircase where he intends to lead him. ] And tell me, where exactly is this room?
He moves his hand, sparing him the further torment of that pressing thumb, but it's only to slap his asscheek. Ppft.
"Who doesn't like foreplay?" Bruce gets more of the oil, a messy application that nevertheless does the job of helping things along. "Are you like that with women?"
Slicked up extra, he feels less like he's going to wrench something truly pained out of him by rolling his hips forward in a proper stroke, holding the notch of one hipbone firmly. John's still so tight, a strangling vice of heat, perfectly contained here for him. The ball gag is still scattered off to one side, but honestly, Bruce would have only been really tempted to use it if the other man had gotten particularly mean. The kind of control that gets him going isn't the kind that asks for a silent, blank vessel to fuck.
"I'd watch you." Drawing back out, pushing in. Watching his cock slide into him, deep then deeper, snapping his hips when he's just about flush with his ass. "Fucking a woman. Sit right behind you with my hand on your neck."
"Who doesn't like foreplay?" Bruce gets more of the oil, a messy application that nevertheless does the job of helping things along. "Are you like that with women?"
Slicked up extra, he feels less like he's going to wrench something truly pained out of him by rolling his hips forward in a proper stroke, holding the notch of one hipbone firmly. John's still so tight, a strangling vice of heat, perfectly contained here for him. The ball gag is still scattered off to one side, but honestly, Bruce would have only been really tempted to use it if the other man had gotten particularly mean. The kind of control that gets him going isn't the kind that asks for a silent, blank vessel to fuck.
"I'd watch you." Drawing back out, pushing in. Watching his cock slide into him, deep then deeper, snapping his hips when he's just about flush with his ass. "Fucking a woman. Sit right behind you with my hand on your neck."
[The sensations fade abruptly, the unseen hands on his body disappearing as Peter's hand withdraws and Constantine catches himself from leaning in after the touch, shaking his head with a wry laugh. He'd give Peter a point for that and his skill down here, but when he didn't need to worry as much about what others might see or think...
He'd definitely have to see if the man could hold up as well then.]
Yeah, well I'd rather not be tossed out on my arse just-- [The remark is cut short as Peter makes good on his earlier promise as well, and Constantine smacks his leg against the table in his haste to rise. The sound gets a look from a few of the patrons, most of who look away once they realise what it is that they're looking at, although a friend of Constantine's catches his eye just long enough to shoot him an inquiring glace. He shakes his head just the slightest bit and grins as Peter tugs him forward. Nothing here that needs to be broken up, that's for sure.
Despite having been taken by surprise, he finds his footing quickly, pressing up behind Peter and sliding a hand into the waistband of his trousers just enough to squeeze his ass.]
Top of the stairs and end of the hall, honeymoon suite, or near enough as this place has to one.
He'd definitely have to see if the man could hold up as well then.]
Yeah, well I'd rather not be tossed out on my arse just-- [The remark is cut short as Peter makes good on his earlier promise as well, and Constantine smacks his leg against the table in his haste to rise. The sound gets a look from a few of the patrons, most of who look away once they realise what it is that they're looking at, although a friend of Constantine's catches his eye just long enough to shoot him an inquiring glace. He shakes his head just the slightest bit and grins as Peter tugs him forward. Nothing here that needs to be broken up, that's for sure.
Despite having been taken by surprise, he finds his footing quickly, pressing up behind Peter and sliding a hand into the waistband of his trousers just enough to squeeze his ass.]
Top of the stairs and end of the hall, honeymoon suite, or near enough as this place has to one.
[ Smooth, Constantine, very smooth.
While Constantine holds the majority of Peter's attention, there is a part of him that's connected to his surroundings, taking notice of drawn attention, no matter how brief or unspoken. It ebbs and flows through him. Habitual now... one that'll evanesce once he has him alone. A knowing smile crosses Peter's lips at the shared glance between familiars, widening further as Constantine steals a grope. (Can't blame the man, he does have a great ass.) Peter wets his lips and hooks the tie over his shoulder, pulling it taut to draw him even closer and meet his gaze. ]
Handsy... who would have guessed?
[ The shadow of his own returns the favor with a grin. In continuation, Peter then drags Constantine along, following his directions and moving in tandem across the floor, the stairs, and down the hall. After all, a promise made is a promise kept.
At the door, Peter wastes no time to press Constantine against it, closing the space between their bodies with a kiss, to taste him and any remnants of smoke on his tongue, hungry and unbridled. He has no intentions of using the key nestled in his pocket, there are more important things to attend to - besides, the room is theirs for the night, there's no reason he can't simply phase them through. ]
While Constantine holds the majority of Peter's attention, there is a part of him that's connected to his surroundings, taking notice of drawn attention, no matter how brief or unspoken. It ebbs and flows through him. Habitual now... one that'll evanesce once he has him alone. A knowing smile crosses Peter's lips at the shared glance between familiars, widening further as Constantine steals a grope. (Can't blame the man, he does have a great ass.) Peter wets his lips and hooks the tie over his shoulder, pulling it taut to draw him even closer and meet his gaze. ]
Handsy... who would have guessed?
[ The shadow of his own returns the favor with a grin. In continuation, Peter then drags Constantine along, following his directions and moving in tandem across the floor, the stairs, and down the hall. After all, a promise made is a promise kept.
At the door, Peter wastes no time to press Constantine against it, closing the space between their bodies with a kiss, to taste him and any remnants of smoke on his tongue, hungry and unbridled. He has no intentions of using the key nestled in his pocket, there are more important things to attend to - besides, the room is theirs for the night, there's no reason he can't simply phase them through. ]
Edited (words. i know them.) 2021-08-28 01:59 (UTC)
Say you got a bud who's a monster, and one day he tells you he's been eating your fear of him. Is that as weird but sustainable as it sounds? Or is that the kind of thing where you might wake up one day and look 80 because he's been sucking down your life force like a capri sun?
Asking for a friend.
Asking for a friend.
[Well that's worrying.]
depends on the monster. some of them it might be alright, some might end up draining you dry. others it might get even worse.
you asked this 'bud' what happens if you stop being afraid of him? or if the fear isn't enough eventually?
depends on the monster. some of them it might be alright, some might end up draining you dry. others it might get even worse.
you asked this 'bud' what happens if you stop being afraid of him? or if the fear isn't enough eventually?
[Damn; she was hoping that second message would throw him off the scent. How'd he know??]
Well, he called it 'microfeeding,' so it didn't seem like a big whoop at the time.... and if he wanted to eat me eat me, he totally could've tried it already. Accidentally walked into his stomach once. Or maybe it's his mouth... it's complicated, but the POINT is, he let me go.
Well, he called it 'microfeeding,' so it didn't seem like a big whoop at the time.... and if he wanted to eat me eat me, he totally could've tried it already. Accidentally walked into his stomach once. Or maybe it's his mouth... it's complicated, but the POINT is, he let me go.
[He's just got supernatural senses like that.]
and he might not want to eat you right now. but what about tomorrow or the day after? you ever tried 'microfeeding' on a food you like?
could make you something to protect yourself, if it goes sour.
and he might not want to eat you right now. but what about tomorrow or the day after? you ever tried 'microfeeding' on a food you like?
could make you something to protect yourself, if it goes sour.
Hadn't thought about that. He did say I was delicious... I just thought he was being nice.
[Harley's not exactly blessed with an abundance of forethought.]
Oh man, you'd do that?? And I'm paying for it this time, Johnny, and I won't let you talk me out of it. A man's got to eat.
(Speaking of, Bruce said to say thank you for the potion. We had such a good day! I painted all our toenails, we're basically twinsies now.)
[Harley's not exactly blessed with an abundance of forethought.]
Oh man, you'd do that?? And I'm paying for it this time, Johnny, and I won't let you talk me out of it. A man's got to eat.
(Speaking of, Bruce said to say thank you for the potion. We had such a good day! I painted all our toenails, we're basically twinsies now.)
worked, did it? you two get time to have a good chat?
[Not that he's happy that she's happy about it. It's just... good to know something he hasn't made in a while still works, that's all.]
only pay me if you end up needing it and it works, sweetheart. no point paying for something that fails the moment things go south.
least no point you paying for it, others I'd get to but despite my better judgement, I don't want to see you get eaten by some eldritch horror.
[Not that he's happy that she's happy about it. It's just... good to know something he hasn't made in a while still works, that's all.]
only pay me if you end up needing it and it works, sweetheart. no point paying for something that fails the moment things go south.
least no point you paying for it, others I'd get to but despite my better judgement, I don't want to see you get eaten by some eldritch horror.
A good chat?? It was legit one of the best days EVER. We went to Robinson Park... I got us burgers at the Mad Cow Haus- and he says he's happy and loves me, and his only complaint is that he gets chilly in the winter, so I got him a bunch of sweaters and a raincoat and teeny little galoshes for the snow.
For real John- I owe you big time for that one. Anytime you need me, for anything at all, say the word and I'm there.
But that's silly- if I DO need it and it DON'T work, what am I gonna do, come back and complain? I'll be eaten. No- I'm giving you a couple hundred as a down payment, at least, and I won't hear anything different. Eye of newt and toe of frog don't grow on trees.
Besides, it's probably fine. Mike's- well he's not nice, but he's fun. And he's real curious about the world. I don't think he's spent much time out here.
For real John- I owe you big time for that one. Anytime you need me, for anything at all, say the word and I'm there.
But that's silly- if I DO need it and it DON'T work, what am I gonna do, come back and complain? I'll be eaten. No- I'm giving you a couple hundred as a down payment, at least, and I won't hear anything different. Eye of newt and toe of frog don't grow on trees.
Besides, it's probably fine. Mike's- well he's not nice, but he's fun. And he's real curious about the world. I don't think he's spent much time out here.
[Peter tugs him closer and Constantine obliges, sliding his hands around the other man's hips and following him close enough up the stairs and down the hallway that if there were any doubts about his interest in the other man, they'd likely be answered swiftly.
They don't even make it into the room proper before his back's up against the wall and he's laughing into the kiss, tasting the alcohol on Peter's tongue, and the hunger on lips. His hands return to Peter's ass, gripping him firmly and pulling him hard up against himself, every bit as demanding as Peter's kiss is.
When they part for the briefest moment, Constantine takes the opportunity to mutter another spell, and those unseen hands return in the form of fingers stroking over Peter's cock, and a fleeting sensation of wet heat and tongue wrapping around him.]
They don't even make it into the room proper before his back's up against the wall and he's laughing into the kiss, tasting the alcohol on Peter's tongue, and the hunger on lips. His hands return to Peter's ass, gripping him firmly and pulling him hard up against himself, every bit as demanding as Peter's kiss is.
When they part for the briefest moment, Constantine takes the opportunity to mutter another spell, and those unseen hands return in the form of fingers stroking over Peter's cock, and a fleeting sensation of wet heat and tongue wrapping around him.]
[ A smile of his own curls into place as Peter swallows the sound of Constantine's laugh, tie unraveling from his grasp while his hand roams freely to his shoulder, then to the side of his neck. Fingers dig into warm flesh, and the other hand finds itself upon Constantine's arm - not to hinder or halt, but rather to encourage, to give as much as he gets, ready to embrace and best whatever challenge the man poses.
Peter nips briefly at Constantine's lower lip as he hears the foreign words spoken once more, words that lead to the wonderful sensations of hands sweeping across his body, and nails scratching down his back. But what comes next takes him by surprise - point for Constantine - and a shuddered hot breath ghosts across the man's lips, uttering a curse as sudden heat flares from the pit of his stomach. ]
Fancy trick.
[ Constantine certainly one-upped him on that.
Chest rises and falls with deep breath, and he tightens his grip on the man as he pushes him through the wall to their awaiting room, hand at his neck dropping to his waist to catch him should he stumble from the unexpected move. Once inside, Peter claims his lips again in a biting kiss, hands rising to push and pull his trenchcoat. Over shoulders and down his arms. Just before it falls free, he breaks from the kiss and with a flick of his wrist, telekinetically twists the coat to bind his arms behind his back. ]
Do you need your hands for that, I wonder... [ Already, he's noticed the trend, he's quite perceptive. He doesn't intend on keeping his hands bound - not yet, at least. Later perhaps. Peter snakes his free hand around Constantine's throat, stroking at stubble with his forefinger. ] Or physical contact maybe?
Peter nips briefly at Constantine's lower lip as he hears the foreign words spoken once more, words that lead to the wonderful sensations of hands sweeping across his body, and nails scratching down his back. But what comes next takes him by surprise - point for Constantine - and a shuddered hot breath ghosts across the man's lips, uttering a curse as sudden heat flares from the pit of his stomach. ]
Fancy trick.
[ Constantine certainly one-upped him on that.
Chest rises and falls with deep breath, and he tightens his grip on the man as he pushes him through the wall to their awaiting room, hand at his neck dropping to his waist to catch him should he stumble from the unexpected move. Once inside, Peter claims his lips again in a biting kiss, hands rising to push and pull his trenchcoat. Over shoulders and down his arms. Just before it falls free, he breaks from the kiss and with a flick of his wrist, telekinetically twists the coat to bind his arms behind his back. ]
Do you need your hands for that, I wonder... [ Already, he's noticed the trend, he's quite perceptive. He doesn't intend on keeping his hands bound - not yet, at least. Later perhaps. Peter snakes his free hand around Constantine's throat, stroking at stubble with his forefinger. ] Or physical contact maybe?
I have never wanted to see a montage of that more in my life
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2021-08-31 01:28 pm (UTC)(link)
alright alright, you try to do a favour and this is what it gets you.
[Not that he minds, money is money and at least this time he's not having to run a con for it. He's starting to like Harley though, and he doesn't want to have her getting eaten on his conscience.]
might be alright while you're offering him new experiences and fun things to do, but it might not last in the long run. at least we can see about something that will hopefully be there if it comes to it. at the very least enough of a deterrent to get you out of a bad situation.
[Not that he minds, money is money and at least this time he's not having to run a con for it. He's starting to like Harley though, and he doesn't want to have her getting eaten on his conscience.]
might be alright while you're offering him new experiences and fun things to do, but it might not last in the long run. at least we can see about something that will hopefully be there if it comes to it. at the very least enough of a deterrent to get you out of a bad situation.
"Wouldn't you like to-"
He hisses as Bruce presses in deeper, but it's easier this time and then, fuck, the bastard starts talking and it's like an entirely new experience all over again. He can picture it as Bruce speaks, the heat of his body pressed flush against him watching as he fucked into her... The snap of Bruce's hips rocks him forward and he can picture that as well, three of them moving in tandem.
Now having his arms bound is starting to get frustrating, his cock twitching each time Bruce buries himself within him, aching from the thought of being touched or fucking someone else. He'd think it a miracle that he hadn't come yet, but he's certain it's less a miracle and more because some muscle-bound bugger keeps making sure he doesn't quite get close enough.
"Fuck, I knew you'd like that, watching me." Try as he might, John can't do more than rock back on his knees a little from this angle, and can't do the slightest for his own aching erection. "Fuck me like this at the same time, or just watching?"
Another sharp thrust and he rolls his head to press it harder against the bed, desperate need building again. "Bet you'd like to order me around all the while, wouldn't you?"
He hisses as Bruce presses in deeper, but it's easier this time and then, fuck, the bastard starts talking and it's like an entirely new experience all over again. He can picture it as Bruce speaks, the heat of his body pressed flush against him watching as he fucked into her... The snap of Bruce's hips rocks him forward and he can picture that as well, three of them moving in tandem.
Now having his arms bound is starting to get frustrating, his cock twitching each time Bruce buries himself within him, aching from the thought of being touched or fucking someone else. He'd think it a miracle that he hadn't come yet, but he's certain it's less a miracle and more because some muscle-bound bugger keeps making sure he doesn't quite get close enough.
"Fuck, I knew you'd like that, watching me." Try as he might, John can't do more than rock back on his knees a little from this angle, and can't do the slightest for his own aching erection. "Fuck me like this at the same time, or just watching?"
Another sharp thrust and he rolls his head to press it harder against the bed, desperate need building again. "Bet you'd like to order me around all the while, wouldn't you?"
There's more where that came from-- [He begins, then Peter is pressing him back even further and the door simply seems to melt around him and they're through it and into the room beyond. Constantine does stumble back a step, his whole body tensing in the expectation of the door resisting when it hadn't, and he can't blame Peter for taking advantage of the distraction. It's a nice trick, throwing him off balance like that.
He recovers quickly to give as good as he gets though, preparing another round of magic to see if he might get under the man's skin even more as he meets those biting kisses and pulls Peter further into the room. But the other man is clearly a quick study, and Constantine laughs as his arms are caught in the coat.]
Well you're not just a pretty face after all, are you? [He lifts his chin, leaning into Peter's hand deliberately, daring him to keep going.]
I'm afraid it's more that just us being in contact with each other, but don't worry, I'm sure I can find other ways than magic to keep your interest. That bit outside was just a little sneak peek, if you like.
He recovers quickly to give as good as he gets though, preparing another round of magic to see if he might get under the man's skin even more as he meets those biting kisses and pulls Peter further into the room. But the other man is clearly a quick study, and Constantine laughs as his arms are caught in the coat.]
Well you're not just a pretty face after all, are you? [He lifts his chin, leaning into Peter's hand deliberately, daring him to keep going.]
I'm afraid it's more that just us being in contact with each other, but don't worry, I'm sure I can find other ways than magic to keep your interest. That bit outside was just a little sneak peek, if you like.
[ Peter curls his arm around Constantine's waist, hand clamping over one of his bound wrists, firm and holding him flush against his body. He takes small, careful steps, guiding them toward the neatly made bed - soon to be disarranged. ]
Appearances can be quite deceptive. [ Spoken as the embodiment of that phrase.
His eyes flit down to his hand on his neck then back up, a subtle smirk curling at the corner of his mouth as he takes note of that unspoken dare. He readjusts the placement of his hand, fingers inching tighter around his neck, a gradual restriction of blood and oxygen flow, pausing just short of impeding his breath.
Far more interesting to play with tricks. An earlier comment he made, he can't deny the fact that he might be intrigued to see more... magic or otherwise. ]
Don't hold back unless you want to hold back. I'm very resilient.
[ He's also quite confident that he'll be the one pressing Constantine into the bed, the wall, the floor or perhaps bending him over the nearest surface... whatever comes first. His hand loosens at his neck, the other following suit to peel away his coat and fling it toward the couch. Then both hands drop to the front of his shirt, fingers interlacing between buttons to rip it open. He'll buy him a new one if he has to. ]
Appearances can be quite deceptive. [ Spoken as the embodiment of that phrase.
His eyes flit down to his hand on his neck then back up, a subtle smirk curling at the corner of his mouth as he takes note of that unspoken dare. He readjusts the placement of his hand, fingers inching tighter around his neck, a gradual restriction of blood and oxygen flow, pausing just short of impeding his breath.
Far more interesting to play with tricks. An earlier comment he made, he can't deny the fact that he might be intrigued to see more... magic or otherwise. ]
Don't hold back unless you want to hold back. I'm very resilient.
[ He's also quite confident that he'll be the one pressing Constantine into the bed, the wall, the floor or perhaps bending him over the nearest surface... whatever comes first. His hand loosens at his neck, the other following suit to peel away his coat and fling it toward the couch. Then both hands drop to the front of his shirt, fingers interlacing between buttons to rip it open. He'll buy him a new one if he has to. ]
He's careful as he rocks in and out, even though it might not feel like it. Getting them both used to it. Slowing so that he can press in and give him short, quicker thrusts, loosening him up as much as he is trying to drive him crazy. Sometimes it can be tricky finding the best angle for his prostate, folded over like this, but Bruce has the right dimensions for it. He slides his hand down from John's hip to his bound arms, tucking his fingers around the leather ties, using that for a grip to pull him back onto his cock.
"Would it get you harder?" He leans forward, so he can tug lightly at his hair. As if the way he's shoved inside him, and the way John's torqued, isn't borderline too much already. His ass is bruised and Bruce is being nice about pulling his hair. "Having me instruct you? Make sure you got her off enough times?"
The hand in his hair vanishes, and he smacks his thigh, hard. Grinds in. "Or would you be too distracted thinking about my cock doing this to you?"
"Would it get you harder?" He leans forward, so he can tug lightly at his hair. As if the way he's shoved inside him, and the way John's torqued, isn't borderline too much already. His ass is bruised and Bruce is being nice about pulling his hair. "Having me instruct you? Make sure you got her off enough times?"
The hand in his hair vanishes, and he smacks his thigh, hard. Grinds in. "Or would you be too distracted thinking about my cock doing this to you?"
You know she sat him up in the booth and let him eat off a plate. Horrified the diner staff.
fantabulousandwich
2021-09-03 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
You just did me a favour. It's my turn
Just give me enough time to cut off his head. That kills most things, I've found. Not that I want to hurt him, but you know, when you're friends with an extra-dimensional monster with knife hands who says you taste good, you tend to give it some thought.
Just give me enough time to cut off his head. That kills most things, I've found. Not that I want to hurt him, but you know, when you're friends with an extra-dimensional monster with knife hands who says you taste good, you tend to give it some thought.
[He can feel his pulse speeding in response to the pressure, body reacting instinctively to threat with a flood of adrenaline that's all too heady, given everything else at the moment. It's almost a disappointment that Peter stops there, and he wets his lips before answering.]
Likewise, though perhaps not in the same way.
[Metahumans and their abilities does put him at more of a disadvantage, but all that means is that he'll get to keep whatever marks Peter might like to leave him with. Tokens to remember him by.
His coat his tossed aside and shirt torn open, and Constantine grins, all wild delight. All the stops out, is it? It suits him just fine, and he grabs a fistful of Peter's shirt, dragging him in for a harsh kiss that's more teeth than lips, the words of a spell ground out between breaths. The effect is immediate: Peter's shirt seems to smoulder and burn away from around him, although there's not even a hint of heat to the magic and no threat of harm to the man. Just his clothing (hopefully not too expensive), burning up like paper and fine ashes floating away.]
Try and keep up, yeah?
Likewise, though perhaps not in the same way.
[Metahumans and their abilities does put him at more of a disadvantage, but all that means is that he'll get to keep whatever marks Peter might like to leave him with. Tokens to remember him by.
His coat his tossed aside and shirt torn open, and Constantine grins, all wild delight. All the stops out, is it? It suits him just fine, and he grabs a fistful of Peter's shirt, dragging him in for a harsh kiss that's more teeth than lips, the words of a spell ground out between breaths. The effect is immediate: Peter's shirt seems to smoulder and burn away from around him, although there's not even a hint of heat to the magic and no threat of harm to the man. Just his clothing (hopefully not too expensive), burning up like paper and fine ashes floating away.]
Try and keep up, yeah?
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