While Constantine holds the majority of Peter's attention, there is a part of him that's connected to his surroundings, taking notice of drawn attention, no matter how brief or unspoken. It ebbs and flows through him. Habitual now... one that'll evanesce once he has him alone. A knowing smile crosses Peter's lips at the shared glance between familiars, widening further as Constantine steals a grope. (Can't blame the man, he does have a great ass.) Peter wets his lips and hooks the tie over his shoulder, pulling it taut to draw him even closer and meet his gaze. ]
Handsy... who would have guessed?
[ The shadow of his own returns the favor with a grin. In continuation, Peter then drags Constantine along, following his directions and moving in tandem across the floor, the stairs, and down the hall. After all, a promise made is a promise kept.
At the door, Peter wastes no time to press Constantine against it, closing the space between their bodies with a kiss, to taste him and any remnants of smoke on his tongue, hungry and unbridled. He has no intentions of using the key nestled in his pocket, there are more important things to attend to - besides, the room is theirs for the night, there's no reason he can't simply phase them through. ]
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While Constantine holds the majority of Peter's attention, there is a part of him that's connected to his surroundings, taking notice of drawn attention, no matter how brief or unspoken. It ebbs and flows through him. Habitual now... one that'll evanesce once he has him alone. A knowing smile crosses Peter's lips at the shared glance between familiars, widening further as Constantine steals a grope. (Can't blame the man, he does have a great ass.) Peter wets his lips and hooks the tie over his shoulder, pulling it taut to draw him even closer and meet his gaze. ]
Handsy... who would have guessed?
[ The shadow of his own returns the favor with a grin. In continuation, Peter then drags Constantine along, following his directions and moving in tandem across the floor, the stairs, and down the hall. After all, a promise made is a promise kept.
At the door, Peter wastes no time to press Constantine against it, closing the space between their bodies with a kiss, to taste him and any remnants of smoke on his tongue, hungry and unbridled. He has no intentions of using the key nestled in his pocket, there are more important things to attend to - besides, the room is theirs for the night, there's no reason he can't simply phase them through. ]