[He doesn't anticipate a kiss as Peter turns his face; it's closer to being inspected, like an object or a particularly interesting toy, and honestly, Constantine can't complain about that. Instead he smirks, the control in Peter's grip just making him all the more certain he needs to try and undermine it. Especially with a promise like that.]
Can you blame me when you make it this interesting?
[Constantine shifts in his chair, but not away from the unseen touch ghosting over his skin. Instead he spreads his legs a little wider, leans a little closer to encourage it.
And to brush his fingers against Peter's thigh and murmur a spell of his own. Warmth radiates from the touch, rolling over the other man's skin not unlike warm hands of his own. Two can play this game.]
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Can you blame me when you make it this interesting?
[Constantine shifts in his chair, but not away from the unseen touch ghosting over his skin. Instead he spreads his legs a little wider, leans a little closer to encourage it.
And to brush his fingers against Peter's thigh and murmur a spell of his own. Warmth radiates from the touch, rolling over the other man's skin not unlike warm hands of his own. Two can play this game.]