"Next time I'll try not to get drugged and dragged around," Constantine complains, shifting under Bruce and trying to find some other way to distract the man. Unfortunately if anyone has incredible focus, it's the man currently putting all of that focus on if he needs physical therapy and not on Constantine's dick, where he'd prefer it.

He sends another fluttering pulse of magic through Bruce's body again, less focused and more simple warm sensation rolling over him like a tide, and that does seem to help. Finally there's a hand where he wants it and he rocks up as much as he can manage against the touch.

"Figure you only give in to shut me up anyway," he returns. One hand is still free and he drags it up Bruce's spine to tug him in for another kiss. "Come here."