[ 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?
There's more where that came from-- [He begins, then Peter is pressing him back even further and the door simply seems to melt around him and they're through it and into the room beyond. Constantine does stumble back a step, his whole body tensing in the expectation of the door resisting when it hadn't, and he can't blame Peter for taking advantage of the distraction. It's a nice trick, throwing him off balance like that.
He recovers quickly to give as good as he gets though, preparing another round of magic to see if he might get under the man's skin even more as he meets those biting kisses and pulls Peter further into the room. But the other man is clearly a quick study, and Constantine laughs as his arms are caught in the coat.]
Well you're not just a pretty face after all, are you? [He lifts his chin, leaning into Peter's hand deliberately, daring him to keep going.]
I'm afraid it's more that just us being in contact with each other, but don't worry, I'm sure I can find other ways than magic to keep your interest. That bit outside was just a little sneak peek, if you like.
[ 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. ]
[He can feel his pulse speeding in response to the pressure, body reacting instinctively to threat with a flood of adrenaline that's all too heady, given everything else at the moment. It's almost a disappointment that Peter stops there, and he wets his lips before answering.]
Likewise, though perhaps not in the same way.
[Metahumans and their abilities does put him at more of a disadvantage, but all that means is that he'll get to keep whatever marks Peter might like to leave him with. Tokens to remember him by.
His coat his tossed aside and shirt torn open, and Constantine grins, all wild delight. All the stops out, is it? It suits him just fine, and he grabs a fistful of Peter's shirt, dragging him in for a harsh kiss that's more teeth than lips, the words of a spell ground out between breaths. The effect is immediate: Peter's shirt seems to smoulder and burn away from around him, although there's not even a hint of heat to the magic and no threat of harm to the man. Just his clothing (hopefully not too expensive), burning up like paper and fine ashes floating away.]
[ The one downside to Peter's regenerative ability is the lack of tokens from a night well spent... alright, there's more than one downside, but he tries not to think about what life might look like in a hundred years time but that's beside the point.
There's a low growl that sounds from deep within his chest as he's pulled into that kiss, hard, rough, and electrifying. His hands find purchase on Constantine's hips, fingertips digging in with a firm grasp as he hungrily meets every graze of teeth. He only pulls back when the sensation of cool air touches heated skin, gaze immediately dropping to witness the display. If Peter wasn't already turned on, that certainly would have been the tipping point. When he glances back up, a wicked salacious half-grin falls into place. ]
If your act downstairs is anything to go by...
[ As he speaks, his hands at Constantine's hips run up over his body, flashes of blue light igniting between them. From his palms and fingertips sparks electricity, intensity toned down to a biting sensation. ]
...maybe you should take your own advice.
[ Peter smirks, and when his hands meet his shoulders, he doesn't hesitate to take hold of the open shirt, yanking it over and down his arms, and letting it fall to the floor. He leaves the tie around his neck purposefully, because hey, it could prove useful sooner or later. ]
Yeah?
[ He presses his body to Constantine's to continue pushing him toward the bed, one hand returning to his hip, the other combing up through short strands of hair to the top, where he grabs a fistful and tugs to extend his neck. His mouth latches on, teeth scraping against the skin, intent on leaving his first mark. ]
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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?
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He recovers quickly to give as good as he gets though, preparing another round of magic to see if he might get under the man's skin even more as he meets those biting kisses and pulls Peter further into the room. But the other man is clearly a quick study, and Constantine laughs as his arms are caught in the coat.]
Well you're not just a pretty face after all, are you? [He lifts his chin, leaning into Peter's hand deliberately, daring him to keep going.]
I'm afraid it's more that just us being in contact with each other, but don't worry, I'm sure I can find other ways than magic to keep your interest. That bit outside was just a little sneak peek, if you like.
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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. ]
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Likewise, though perhaps not in the same way.
[Metahumans and their abilities does put him at more of a disadvantage, but all that means is that he'll get to keep whatever marks Peter might like to leave him with. Tokens to remember him by.
His coat his tossed aside and shirt torn open, and Constantine grins, all wild delight. All the stops out, is it? It suits him just fine, and he grabs a fistful of Peter's shirt, dragging him in for a harsh kiss that's more teeth than lips, the words of a spell ground out between breaths. The effect is immediate: Peter's shirt seems to smoulder and burn away from around him, although there's not even a hint of heat to the magic and no threat of harm to the man. Just his clothing (hopefully not too expensive), burning up like paper and fine ashes floating away.]
Try and keep up, yeah?
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There's a low growl that sounds from deep within his chest as he's pulled into that kiss, hard, rough, and electrifying. His hands find purchase on Constantine's hips, fingertips digging in with a firm grasp as he hungrily meets every graze of teeth. He only pulls back when the sensation of cool air touches heated skin, gaze immediately dropping to witness the display. If Peter wasn't already turned on, that certainly would have been the tipping point. When he glances back up, a wicked salacious half-grin falls into place. ]
If your act downstairs is anything to go by...
[ As he speaks, his hands at Constantine's hips run up over his body, flashes of blue light igniting between them. From his palms and fingertips sparks electricity, intensity toned down to a biting sensation. ]
...maybe you should take your own advice.
[ Peter smirks, and when his hands meet his shoulders, he doesn't hesitate to take hold of the open shirt, yanking it over and down his arms, and letting it fall to the floor. He leaves the tie around his neck purposefully, because hey, it could prove useful sooner or later. ]
Yeah?
[ He presses his body to Constantine's to continue pushing him toward the bed, one hand returning to his hip, the other combing up through short strands of hair to the top, where he grabs a fistful and tugs to extend his neck. His mouth latches on, teeth scraping against the skin, intent on leaving his first mark. ]