[Others might judge someone for having power and not using it to help others, but Constantine's seen what can happen to people in that line of work. Choosing not to be involved is probably the smartest choice Peter could make. Bound to let him live longer as well.
He smirks as the man rises, wondering if the needling is having an effect at last, but hadn't expected to see exactly how much effect it had. He sucks in a sharp breath as a hand closes around his throat and Peter is right there, seated beside him with a nonchalant ease of someone who'd planned this. Christ was it attractive.
Constantine swallows deliberately, feeling his throat move against the pressure and reaching up to remove the cigarette for later.]
Well, looks like you've got a pair after all. Was starting to wonder if I'd have to make the first move.
[ Constantine might judge him still if he was aware of his immortality, in another life, Peter could have been a hero. Sensitive and compassionate. But as it were, corruption curled its claws around him long before his powers manifested. Innocence lost before he could stand on his own two feet. Tragic really, but it shapes the man with his hand around his throat, close enough now to ghost hot breath against his skin.
A smirk plays across Peter's lips as he feels the muscles in Constantine's throat pull upward, and once the cigarette is free from his lips, his fingertips press against the stubble at his jawline to maneuver his face toward him. ]
You could have tried, I wouldn't have blamed you... but I would've been forced to put you in your place.
[ Peter's hand remains where it is, firm, warm... commanding. While the shadow of that pressure travels down under Constantine's shirt, gliding over flesh yet to be seen. ]
By your own words, I get the feeling that's exactly what you want.
[He doesn't anticipate a kiss as Peter turns his face; it's closer to being inspected, like an object or a particularly interesting toy, and honestly, Constantine can't complain about that. Instead he smirks, the control in Peter's grip just making him all the more certain he needs to try and undermine it. Especially with a promise like that.]
Can you blame me when you make it this interesting?
[Constantine shifts in his chair, but not away from the unseen touch ghosting over his skin. Instead he spreads his legs a little wider, leans a little closer to encourage it.
And to brush his fingers against Peter's thigh and murmur a spell of his own. Warmth radiates from the touch, rolling over the other man's skin not unlike warm hands of his own. Two can play this game.]
[ 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. ]
[His pulse quickens, thumping against Peter's grip, although whether it's from the instinctive drive to resist the pressure or a building need is impossible to tell. It's all mixing together in a heady combination.
Peter does have the upper hand in one way however; the spell Constantine uses requires a bit more focus than the more intuitive power of telekinesis, and those unseen hands are playing havoc with his focus. His hand on Peter's thigh is the focus, and his fingers press harder into muscle, the magical contact turning to nails dragging down Peter's back in response.
The spell flickers as the other man takes it further, and Constantine utters a low curse, thinking that he likely could make good on that threat.]
How's about- [He wets his lips, and alright, he can't hide that he is starting to struggle to maintain the illusion of control. Credit where it's due.] -how's about we go upstairs then, where we can really have fun, no need to worry about who might see what.
[ A frisson of excitement sweeps through, tingling and reacting to Constantine's energies as they gradually become more and more vivid, expanding, fluctuating, and falling into the rhythm of his heartbeat. Instinctively, he arches into the tantalizing graze of nails running down his back, his grip at his neck wavering for a fleeting moment as sensations heighten and pull a soft pleasured sigh through parted lips.
Peter's gaze remains fixed on Constantine's, unfettered lust edging in at the same pace that his illusion melts away. He'd be lying to himself if he said he wasn't tempted by the idea of unraveling him right there, by the very thought that he could in the midst of a crowd - albeit a small crowd - without anyone ever knowing... depending on his poker face, of course. ]
Oh, I'm not worried... but if you say so... [ Peter flashes another smirk as he withdraws both physical and telekinetic hold. With a quick glance down, Constantine's tie cinches around his neck, then Peter's fingers trace its length before he wraps the end around his hand. ]
Come on then. [ He tugs at the makeshift leash and pushes his seat back as he moves to stand, having already spotted the staircase where he intends to lead him. ] And tell me, where exactly is this room?
[The sensations fade abruptly, the unseen hands on his body disappearing as Peter's hand withdraws and Constantine catches himself from leaning in after the touch, shaking his head with a wry laugh. He'd give Peter a point for that and his skill down here, but when he didn't need to worry as much about what others might see or think...
He'd definitely have to see if the man could hold up as well then.]
Yeah, well I'd rather not be tossed out on my arse just-- [The remark is cut short as Peter makes good on his earlier promise as well, and Constantine smacks his leg against the table in his haste to rise. The sound gets a look from a few of the patrons, most of who look away once they realise what it is that they're looking at, although a friend of Constantine's catches his eye just long enough to shoot him an inquiring glace. He shakes his head just the slightest bit and grins as Peter tugs him forward. Nothing here that needs to be broken up, that's for sure.
Despite having been taken by surprise, he finds his footing quickly, pressing up behind Peter and sliding a hand into the waistband of his trousers just enough to squeeze his ass.]
Top of the stairs and end of the hall, honeymoon suite, or near enough as this place has to one.
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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[Peter tugs him closer and Constantine obliges, sliding his hands around the other man's hips and following him close enough up the stairs and down the hallway that if there were any doubts about his interest in the other man, they'd likely be answered swiftly.
They don't even make it into the room proper before his back's up against the wall and he's laughing into the kiss, tasting the alcohol on Peter's tongue, and the hunger on lips. His hands return to Peter's ass, gripping him firmly and pulling him hard up against himself, every bit as demanding as Peter's kiss is.
When they part for the briefest moment, Constantine takes the opportunity to mutter another spell, and those unseen hands return in the form of fingers stroking over Peter's cock, and a fleeting sensation of wet heat and tongue wrapping around him.]
[ 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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He smirks as the man rises, wondering if the needling is having an effect at last, but hadn't expected to see exactly how much effect it had. He sucks in a sharp breath as a hand closes around his throat and Peter is right there, seated beside him with a nonchalant ease of someone who'd planned this. Christ was it attractive.
Constantine swallows deliberately, feeling his throat move against the pressure and reaching up to remove the cigarette for later.]
Well, looks like you've got a pair after all. Was starting to wonder if I'd have to make the first move.
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A smirk plays across Peter's lips as he feels the muscles in Constantine's throat pull upward, and once the cigarette is free from his lips, his fingertips press against the stubble at his jawline to maneuver his face toward him. ]
You could have tried, I wouldn't have blamed you... but I would've been forced to put you in your place.
[ Peter's hand remains where it is, firm, warm... commanding. While the shadow of that pressure travels down under Constantine's shirt, gliding over flesh yet to be seen. ]
By your own words, I get the feeling that's exactly what you want.
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Can you blame me when you make it this interesting?
[Constantine shifts in his chair, but not away from the unseen touch ghosting over his skin. Instead he spreads his legs a little wider, leans a little closer to encourage it.
And to brush his fingers against Peter's thigh and murmur a spell of his own. Warmth radiates from the touch, rolling over the other man's skin not unlike warm hands of his own. Two can play this game.]
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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. ]
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Peter does have the upper hand in one way however; the spell Constantine uses requires a bit more focus than the more intuitive power of telekinesis, and those unseen hands are playing havoc with his focus. His hand on Peter's thigh is the focus, and his fingers press harder into muscle, the magical contact turning to nails dragging down Peter's back in response.
The spell flickers as the other man takes it further, and Constantine utters a low curse, thinking that he likely could make good on that threat.]
How's about- [He wets his lips, and alright, he can't hide that he is starting to struggle to maintain the illusion of control. Credit where it's due.] -how's about we go upstairs then, where we can really have fun, no need to worry about who might see what.
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Peter's gaze remains fixed on Constantine's, unfettered lust edging in at the same pace that his illusion melts away. He'd be lying to himself if he said he wasn't tempted by the idea of unraveling him right there, by the very thought that he could in the midst of a crowd - albeit a small crowd - without anyone ever knowing... depending on his poker face, of course. ]
Oh, I'm not worried... but if you say so... [ Peter flashes another smirk as he withdraws both physical and telekinetic hold. With a quick glance down, Constantine's tie cinches around his neck, then Peter's fingers trace its length before he wraps the end around his hand. ]
Come on then. [ He tugs at the makeshift leash and pushes his seat back as he moves to stand, having already spotted the staircase where he intends to lead him. ] And tell me, where exactly is this room?
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He'd definitely have to see if the man could hold up as well then.]
Yeah, well I'd rather not be tossed out on my arse just-- [The remark is cut short as Peter makes good on his earlier promise as well, and Constantine smacks his leg against the table in his haste to rise. The sound gets a look from a few of the patrons, most of who look away once they realise what it is that they're looking at, although a friend of Constantine's catches his eye just long enough to shoot him an inquiring glace. He shakes his head just the slightest bit and grins as Peter tugs him forward. Nothing here that needs to be broken up, that's for sure.
Despite having been taken by surprise, he finds his footing quickly, pressing up behind Peter and sliding a hand into the waistband of his trousers just enough to squeeze his ass.]
Top of the stairs and end of the hall, honeymoon suite, or near enough as this place has to one.
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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. ]
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They don't even make it into the room proper before his back's up against the wall and he's laughing into the kiss, tasting the alcohol on Peter's tongue, and the hunger on lips. His hands return to Peter's ass, gripping him firmly and pulling him hard up against himself, every bit as demanding as Peter's kiss is.
When they part for the briefest moment, Constantine takes the opportunity to mutter another spell, and those unseen hands return in the form of fingers stroking over Peter's cock, and a fleeting sensation of wet heat and tongue wrapping around him.]
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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. ]