A series of curses leave him, all manner of nasty remarks about Bruce's parentage, what he'd do to the man given the chance, and a few threats in other languages (not that it would stop Bruce from understanding; the man was startlingly well educated in that respect). All things that they know he likely wouldn't deliver on even if he were given the opportunity at some point, but signs that he's starting to lose the focus to be more precise in his remarks. It's worse because he knows exactly why Bruce is doing this. Yes, Constantine is being a bastard and pushing back and complaining all the while, but he knows that what he's really here for, what Bruce knows that he's here for, is to be completely undone. And no amount of whining is going to get him what he wants before then.
It still doesn't stop him from cursing again as Bruce swats him again and again, still managing to avoid hitting the same place too often, spreading heat and redness over his ass and thighs only to sooth again with calloused fingers over more sensitive areas. Constantine exhales with a groan, trying in vain to get more contact where his cock feels heavy and swollen with need. He is frustratingly left untouched, Bruce instead focusing on getting his arms properly bound behind him. And despite his complaints, privately he can admit that it does it for him, being restrained like this. The harness digs in just enough to keep him in place and offer that sense of being held tight, but not enough to cause injury or damage later that might put a damper on the other plans for the evening.
It also clearly has more than enough spots for him to be grabbed and moved around, he'd wager even anchored somewhere if it took Bruce's fancy. Kinky bastard.
With what he hopes is the last strap in place, Constantine snorts at the gag and the implied threat it holds. "What, can't keep me quiet enough on your own? Here I thought you had the skill to fuck a man sensele--"
It turns into a yelp as he's yanked back, hard up against Bruce's chest, throbbing ass pressed back against the other man's cock just enough to remind him that it's there and just as hard as Constantine himself is. He grins, lolling his head back against Bruce's shoulder and arching his back to try and grind against him despite the precious little motion available to him.
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It still doesn't stop him from cursing again as Bruce swats him again and again, still managing to avoid hitting the same place too often, spreading heat and redness over his ass and thighs only to sooth again with calloused fingers over more sensitive areas. Constantine exhales with a groan, trying in vain to get more contact where his cock feels heavy and swollen with need. He is frustratingly left untouched, Bruce instead focusing on getting his arms properly bound behind him. And despite his complaints, privately he can admit that it does it for him, being restrained like this. The harness digs in just enough to keep him in place and offer that sense of being held tight, but not enough to cause injury or damage later that might put a damper on the other plans for the evening.
It also clearly has more than enough spots for him to be grabbed and moved around, he'd wager even anchored somewhere if it took Bruce's fancy. Kinky bastard.
With what he hopes is the last strap in place, Constantine snorts at the gag and the implied threat it holds. "What, can't keep me quiet enough on your own? Here I thought you had the skill to fuck a man sensele--"
It turns into a yelp as he's yanked back, hard up against Bruce's chest, throbbing ass pressed back against the other man's cock just enough to remind him that it's there and just as hard as Constantine himself is. He grins, lolling his head back against Bruce's shoulder and arching his back to try and grind against him despite the precious little motion available to him.
"That's more like it."