It might not be what he'd implied, but it works well enough and Constantine is quick to take the hint. His tongue presses against them and between the digits, rolling around Bruce's fingers before he sucks with as much lewd noise as he can manage, almost as if trying to prove that it's never going to make him completely quiet. Short of a silence spell, he's fairly confident he can make a great deal of sound, even if it's not exactly coherent sentences.
Like the throaty noise as Bruce follows gentle kisses with teeth. Same spot as before, the glorious bastard is definitely giving him some marks to remember him by. Not high enough to be seen by anyone else, but he'll feel it every time he moves his arm. Definitely going to lead to a couple of uncomfortable moments on the Waverider, and possibly another visit here sooner than he'd care to admit. Although with Bruce pressing him down, teeth in his shoulder, fingers preventing any incantations and the rough grind of them against each other wearing down his focus, he finds it hard not to see a problem with more of this.
Constantine also finds it hard to see what's coming. In hindsight he should have realised that Bruce had been planning something, but the sudden absence of the other man's body atop his leaves him blinking for a moment, panting and with a raging hard on. Then just as swiftly he's flipped, the yelp that escapes him turning into a groaning laugh as Bruce jerks his head back painfully hard.
"That's the spirit! All that pent up aggression I just know is seething away in there, don't you just want to--" Crack. Constantine jerks and hisses, the instinctive twitch yanking on the grip at his scalp and blossoming pain and heat in two places. "Christ-!"
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Like the throaty noise as Bruce follows gentle kisses with teeth. Same spot as before, the glorious bastard is definitely giving him some marks to remember him by. Not high enough to be seen by anyone else, but he'll feel it every time he moves his arm. Definitely going to lead to a couple of uncomfortable moments on the Waverider, and possibly another visit here sooner than he'd care to admit. Although with Bruce pressing him down, teeth in his shoulder, fingers preventing any incantations and the rough grind of them against each other wearing down his focus, he finds it hard not to see a problem with more of this.
Constantine also finds it hard to see what's coming. In hindsight he should have realised that Bruce had been planning something, but the sudden absence of the other man's body atop his leaves him blinking for a moment, panting and with a raging hard on. Then just as swiftly he's flipped, the yelp that escapes him turning into a groaning laugh as Bruce jerks his head back painfully hard.
"That's the spirit! All that pent up aggression I just know is seething away in there, don't you just want to--" Crack. Constantine jerks and hisses, the instinctive twitch yanking on the grip at his scalp and blossoming pain and heat in two places. "Christ-!"