[ Peter curls his arm around Constantine's waist, hand clamping over one of his bound wrists, firm and holding him flush against his body. He takes small, careful steps, guiding them toward the neatly made bed - soon to be disarranged. ]
Appearances can be quite deceptive. [ Spoken as the embodiment of that phrase.
His eyes flit down to his hand on his neck then back up, a subtle smirk curling at the corner of his mouth as he takes note of that unspoken dare. He readjusts the placement of his hand, fingers inching tighter around his neck, a gradual restriction of blood and oxygen flow, pausing just short of impeding his breath.
Far more interesting to play with tricks. An earlier comment he made, he can't deny the fact that he might be intrigued to see more... magic or otherwise. ]
Don't hold back unless you want to hold back. I'm very resilient.
[ He's also quite confident that he'll be the one pressing Constantine into the bed, the wall, the floor or perhaps bending him over the nearest surface... whatever comes first. His hand loosens at his neck, the other following suit to peel away his coat and fling it toward the couch. Then both hands drop to the front of his shirt, fingers interlacing between buttons to rip it open. He'll buy him a new one if he has to. ]
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Appearances can be quite deceptive. [ Spoken as the embodiment of that phrase.
His eyes flit down to his hand on his neck then back up, a subtle smirk curling at the corner of his mouth as he takes note of that unspoken dare. He readjusts the placement of his hand, fingers inching tighter around his neck, a gradual restriction of blood and oxygen flow, pausing just short of impeding his breath.
Far more interesting to play with tricks. An earlier comment he made, he can't deny the fact that he might be intrigued to see more... magic or otherwise. ]
Don't hold back unless you want to hold back. I'm very resilient.
[ He's also quite confident that he'll be the one pressing Constantine into the bed, the wall, the floor or perhaps bending him over the nearest surface... whatever comes first. His hand loosens at his neck, the other following suit to peel away his coat and fling it toward the couch. Then both hands drop to the front of his shirt, fingers interlacing between buttons to rip it open. He'll buy him a new one if he has to. ]