More pegs, Christ. He's not sure how Bruce is managing to fit them on at this point; Constantine's entire body is starting to feel strung tight with need and as though there's no space in him for anything more beyond that. There's a keening whine in the air when Bruce's hand grazes against the base of his cock for the barest moment, and he almost misses that he's the one making the sound.
"Please, Bruce-" he knows that the man is talking, but while he can make out the words, they're almost impossible to focus on for the moment "-please touch me."
The relief when that hand wraps around him is almost painful, and John is fairly certain that he sobs and only avoids coming immediately through sheer willpower alone.
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More pegs, Christ. He's not sure how Bruce is managing to fit them on at this point; Constantine's entire body is starting to feel strung tight with need and as though there's no space in him for anything more beyond that. There's a keening whine in the air when Bruce's hand grazes against the base of his cock for the barest moment, and he almost misses that he's the one making the sound.
"Please, Bruce-" he knows that the man is talking, but while he can make out the words, they're almost impossible to focus on for the moment "-please touch me."
The relief when that hand wraps around him is almost painful, and John is fairly certain that he sobs and only avoids coming immediately through sheer willpower alone.