There might be little dignity in it, but Constantine could never really claim to be on speaking terms with 'dignity' at the best of times, and his pulse spikes at being pushed down and forcibly stripped. He's clearly been expecting - hoping - for this to happen one way or another; the shoes and socks already discarded long before Bruce had arrived, and the boxers are just as easy to drag off with the trousers. Look at him, planning ahead to make sure he could get his kit off faster than certain others wearing so many damn layers of flashy suit.
He'd had some time to change, but there's still the bruises and smears of blood that he hadn't cleaned up, and a couple of long lines of skin that are slightly too pink and new. Sensations there feel as though they're stronger somehow, as though the flesh hasn't had time to get used to life, and Bruce's nails dragging against it raises gooseflesh in their wake.
"Do I look like I need that kind of safety net to you?" Maybe in the beginning he had, before they'd done this as often as they had. Before they'd started to learn each other's limits almost better then their own (Constantine at least regularly pushes his own limits further than he should, but keeps in mind exactly where Bruce's are). Now all he does is drag his nails over Bruce's back in return, giving him a devil-may-care grin.
"We both know I could toss you across the bloody room if I wanted to," he promises, pushing himself up to nip at the other's ear. "Or turn your bones to ash inside you. Anything you do to me, I'm letting you do."
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He'd had some time to change, but there's still the bruises and smears of blood that he hadn't cleaned up, and a couple of long lines of skin that are slightly too pink and new. Sensations there feel as though they're stronger somehow, as though the flesh hasn't had time to get used to life, and Bruce's nails dragging against it raises gooseflesh in their wake.
"Do I look like I need that kind of safety net to you?" Maybe in the beginning he had, before they'd done this as often as they had. Before they'd started to learn each other's limits almost better then their own (Constantine at least regularly pushes his own limits further than he should, but keeps in mind exactly where Bruce's are). Now all he does is drag his nails over Bruce's back in return, giving him a devil-may-care grin.
"We both know I could toss you across the bloody room if I wanted to," he promises, pushing himself up to nip at the other's ear. "Or turn your bones to ash inside you. Anything you do to me, I'm letting you do."