[ There's defiance behind those eyes of Constantine's, daring and oh so delectable. Peter doesn't need empathy to read all the possibilities that tonight will bring, it's clear on his features and especially in that wicked smirk. He quirks a domineering brow and curls the tips of his fingers, pressing further into flesh as he scrapes shorn nails. ]

I suspect things will become far more interesting...

[ The movement draws his attention, head tipping as eyes rake down the length of his body, witnessing the shameless spread of his legs. Roguish smile tugs on his lips, and in turn, the shadow of his hand brazenly swoops to encompass his cock in a hold as firm as the one on his neck. As he returns his gaze, there's a momentary pause when he feels the all-too-familiar presence of disembodied hands sweeping across skin under fabric, sending a delightful wave of arousal. ]

Ahh, so you do have tricks up your sleeve. [ His smile widens to a grin. ] Fun... shall I drive you mad here before I drag you upstairs? [ The force at his groin branches off, tracing over balls and taint. ]