[ A smile of his own curls into place as Peter swallows the sound of Constantine's laugh, tie unraveling from his grasp while his hand roams freely to his shoulder, then to the side of his neck. Fingers dig into warm flesh, and the other hand finds itself upon Constantine's arm - not to hinder or halt, but rather to encourage, to give as much as he gets, ready to embrace and best whatever challenge the man poses.
Peter nips briefly at Constantine's lower lip as he hears the foreign words spoken once more, words that lead to the wonderful sensations of hands sweeping across his body, and nails scratching down his back. But what comes next takes him by surprise - point for Constantine - and a shuddered hot breath ghosts across the man's lips, uttering a curse as sudden heat flares from the pit of his stomach. ]
Fancy trick.
[ Constantine certainly one-upped him on that.
Chest rises and falls with deep breath, and he tightens his grip on the man as he pushes him through the wall to their awaiting room, hand at his neck dropping to his waist to catch him should he stumble from the unexpected move. Once inside, Peter claims his lips again in a biting kiss, hands rising to push and pull his trenchcoat. Over shoulders and down his arms. Just before it falls free, he breaks from the kiss and with a flick of his wrist, telekinetically twists the coat to bind his arms behind his back. ]
Do you need your hands for that, I wonder... [ Already, he's noticed the trend, he's quite perceptive. He doesn't intend on keeping his hands bound - not yet, at least. Later perhaps. Peter snakes his free hand around Constantine's throat, stroking at stubble with his forefinger. ] Or physical contact maybe?
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Peter nips briefly at Constantine's lower lip as he hears the foreign words spoken once more, words that lead to the wonderful sensations of hands sweeping across his body, and nails scratching down his back. But what comes next takes him by surprise - point for Constantine - and a shuddered hot breath ghosts across the man's lips, uttering a curse as sudden heat flares from the pit of his stomach. ]
Fancy trick.
[ Constantine certainly one-upped him on that.
Chest rises and falls with deep breath, and he tightens his grip on the man as he pushes him through the wall to their awaiting room, hand at his neck dropping to his waist to catch him should he stumble from the unexpected move. Once inside, Peter claims his lips again in a biting kiss, hands rising to push and pull his trenchcoat. Over shoulders and down his arms. Just before it falls free, he breaks from the kiss and with a flick of his wrist, telekinetically twists the coat to bind his arms behind his back. ]
Do you need your hands for that, I wonder... [ Already, he's noticed the trend, he's quite perceptive. He doesn't intend on keeping his hands bound - not yet, at least. Later perhaps. Peter snakes his free hand around Constantine's throat, stroking at stubble with his forefinger. ] Or physical contact maybe?