[Constantine's room is not exactly a mess but is definitely cluttered; there's a number of esoteric books piled around the place in no particular order, several questionable looking items set on various surfaces, and the lingering smell of cigarette smoke. All of which Barry likely takes in due to his faster senses, because no sooner is the door closed then Constantine is shoving him against it and cutting off the rest of the question with a rough kiss.
Both hands cradle the speedster's face gently and his teeth catch Barry's lower lip as he pulls away to meet his gaze, thumbs gently smoothing over his cheekbones.]
[ Barry's not normally a fan of cigarette smoke but somehow on Constantine it...well, fits- mixed in with layers of whiskey and faint smell of whatever magic spell he'd performed last. Not that he really gets to consider all of that when the other suddenly shoves him up against the door and those lips are pressed against his in that rough, delectable kiss. Barry can't help that moan that escapes against John's lips as his hand reaches up to curl against the others shirt. Maybe he's always had a slight thing for older men but that kiss was really, really just reinforcing that.
He gives a slight little gasp as the other bites on his lip and his head rather tilts into the others touch and hands- almost like aching for more of the taste of John or the feeling of him. Barry's bright eyes meeting others already blown with arousal as he takes a little breath.]
It...does. Yeah.
[ Which doesn't sound like the smartest answer in his head. So his hands were just going to brush up, along the others chest- just feeling those muscles as he tilted his hips against the older mans invitingly.]
[His gaze rakes over Barry's face, taking in the flush already sweeping his cheeks, the wide eyes and way he'd leaned after Constantine just from that much already.]
Oh, I can think of a few things to do with you.
[And just like that, he steps back, only a hand hooking in Barry's shirt tugging him to follow.]
But if we're going to test your limits, pretty boy, then we're going to need something to make sure you can tell me to stop when it gets too much.
[ Not that Barry really has all that much time to respond before he was being tugged forward and his feet were easily following that little direction. Even as his mind was already wondering *what* few things the other was exactly thinking about doing with him.
though he does get a pretty, happy dumb smile at being called pretty. Barry's lips do press together at the idea of the other testing his limits though. Doesn't that sound like fun. ]
Like a safeword?
[ You spend like, enough time around Leonard Snart and stuff like that tends to somehow get in your brain.]
[Constantine's lips curl into another smile and he switches to pushing Barry towards the bed, pressing him down and taking position between his legs.]
You just hold onto that in case you need it later, yeah?
[Those jeans are sinfully tight, and it's clear that Barry definitely picked this outfit for exactly this situation. Constantine traces his hands up the inside seams of the fabric and over Barry's hips, thumbs curling under the waistband of the jeans and pulling it down a fraction.]
And you expect me to believe you came here thinking it was all a prank?
[ Barry gives a little oof sound as he falls to the bed, bouncing on it slightly as he leans up on his elbows but he does part his legs prettily easily for the older man, almost sluttly so as he gives a little nod at those words. ]
You think I'm gonna need it? Or you just safety first kinda guy?
[ If only because he's super curious what the other was thinking- the speedster just watches John though his long lashes as his lips press together at the feeling of those broad hands running up the inside of his legs and along his hips. He'd already made that involuntary moan earlier and he was trying to at least, look a little like he could keep his chill. Barry's hips do lift a little to help slide them off as they get tugged down just a touch.
There's a cheeky look on his face at those words, however.[
Well...maybe hope for the best, you know? Even if the best in this case is getting fucked blind.
Bit of both, wouldn't want to put you in a situation where you needed to tap out and couldn't. Especially if you really mean to let me see where your limits are, pretty boy.
[It certainly helps that Barry isn't shy about his responses; anyone else and Constantine might wonder if they were putting on a bit of a show and would be offended that they think he'd need the ego boost, but there's a refreshing sort of honesty to the speedster that makes him certain it's not exaggerated.
They're the sort of responses that it's nice to see more of, as Constantine flicks open the button to Barry's jeans and tugs them open just enough to slide a hand in. He cups the younger man's cock, rough fingers stroking over soft skin in a deliberate tease before he pulls away entirely, leaving only lingering warmth.]
Do us a favour and get yourself comfy on the bed, yeah?
Hey, this was meant to be test right? So...test away. Go as hard as you want, I'm not gonna break.
[ Barry was the Paragon of love after all- being this naturally honest and open tended to come easily to him. As did that genuine light blush and dopey smile that came on Barry's lips as the other once again called him pretty.
His eyes follow the others hand as it undoes his jeans and that hand slides into his pants- a sharp gasp escaping from the speedsters lips as he feels himself get harder and harder by the moment before the other pulls away totally and he almost *pouts* at the lack of touch. ]
Ah. What? Right-..Yeah.
[ Barry was just going to sit up a bit before his fingers found the edge of his shirt and he tugged it over his head, dropping it to the side somewhere before he pushed those jeans down, off his body as well, letting them fall to the floor as he shifted back on the bed in just that tight red underwear that already betrayed that half hard cock of his.
Barry's eyes did flick up to meet John's though as he gave a little wave of his hand.]
[Constantine claps his hands together, eyes rolling back as he mutters an incantation and gestured towards Barry. The magic wound around his limbs in ropes of golden light, pulling him firmly down onto the bed and keeping him still. That done, Constantine grins down at him and shucks off his coat, shirt, and tie, taking his time with the task and occasionally reaching over to trail a hand over Barry's thigh, his chest.]
[ Barry's eyebrows were gonna go up because...well, the eyes rolling into the back of his head wasn't exactly something you see when you hook up with someone. There's a sharp gasp of surprise when the those golden ropes find their way around his wrists and legs, trapping him onto the mattress. His arm flexing a few times to see if he could out and..nope, he was trapped.
Still it no doubt said something that Barry's cock was clearly very, very hard from being held down like this. He even gave a soft keening sound at the feeling of his hand over his chest and along his thigh.]
Hm...Not in a bad way, anyway.
[ He pointed out as he ran his eyes down the others body hungrily.]
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Both hands cradle the speedster's face gently and his teeth catch Barry's lower lip as he pulls away to meet his gaze, thumbs gently smoothing over his cheekbones.]
Does that answer your question, speedy?
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He gives a slight little gasp as the other bites on his lip and his head rather tilts into the others touch and hands- almost like aching for more of the taste of John or the feeling of him. Barry's bright eyes meeting others already blown with arousal as he takes a little breath.]
It...does. Yeah.
[ Which doesn't sound like the smartest answer in his head. So his hands were just going to brush up, along the others chest- just feeling those muscles as he tilted his hips against the older mans invitingly.]
So. Wanna see how many rounds I can go?
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Oh, I can think of a few things to do with you.
[And just like that, he steps back, only a hand hooking in Barry's shirt tugging him to follow.]
But if we're going to test your limits, pretty boy, then we're going to need something to make sure you can tell me to stop when it gets too much.
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[ Not that Barry really has all that much time to respond before he was being tugged forward and his feet were easily following that little direction. Even as his mind was already wondering *what* few things the other was exactly thinking about doing with him.
though he does get a pretty, happy dumb smile at being called pretty. Barry's lips do press together at the idea of the other testing his limits though. Doesn't that sound like fun. ]
Like a safeword?
[ You spend like, enough time around Leonard Snart and stuff like that tends to somehow get in your brain.]
Pretty sure "Savitar" works fine for that.
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[Constantine's lips curl into another smile and he switches to pushing Barry towards the bed, pressing him down and taking position between his legs.]
You just hold onto that in case you need it later, yeah?
[Those jeans are sinfully tight, and it's clear that Barry definitely picked this outfit for exactly this situation. Constantine traces his hands up the inside seams of the fabric and over Barry's hips, thumbs curling under the waistband of the jeans and pulling it down a fraction.]
And you expect me to believe you came here thinking it was all a prank?
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You think I'm gonna need it? Or you just safety first kinda guy?
[ If only because he's super curious what the other was thinking- the speedster just watches John though his long lashes as his lips press together at the feeling of those broad hands running up the inside of his legs and along his hips. He'd already made that involuntary moan earlier and he was trying to at least, look a little like he could keep his chill. Barry's hips do lift a little to help slide them off as they get tugged down just a touch.
There's a cheeky look on his face at those words, however.[
Well...maybe hope for the best, you know? Even if the best in this case is getting fucked blind.
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[It certainly helps that Barry isn't shy about his responses; anyone else and Constantine might wonder if they were putting on a bit of a show and would be offended that they think he'd need the ego boost, but there's a refreshing sort of honesty to the speedster that makes him certain it's not exaggerated.
They're the sort of responses that it's nice to see more of, as Constantine flicks open the button to Barry's jeans and tugs them open just enough to slide a hand in. He cups the younger man's cock, rough fingers stroking over soft skin in a deliberate tease before he pulls away entirely, leaving only lingering warmth.]
Do us a favour and get yourself comfy on the bed, yeah?
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[ Barry was the Paragon of love after all- being this naturally honest and open tended to come easily to him. As did that genuine light blush and dopey smile that came on Barry's lips as the other once again called him pretty.
His eyes follow the others hand as it undoes his jeans and that hand slides into his pants- a sharp gasp escaping from the speedsters lips as he feels himself get harder and harder by the moment before the other pulls away totally and he almost *pouts* at the lack of touch. ]
Ah. What? Right-..Yeah.
[ Barry was just going to sit up a bit before his fingers found the edge of his shirt and he tugged it over his head, dropping it to the side somewhere before he pushed those jeans down, off his body as well, letting them fall to the floor as he shifted back on the bed in just that tight red underwear that already betrayed that half hard cock of his.
Barry's eyes did flick up to meet John's though as he gave a little wave of his hand.]
You gonna join me then?
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[Constantine claps his hands together, eyes rolling back as he mutters an incantation and gestured towards Barry. The magic wound around his limbs in ropes of golden light, pulling him firmly down onto the bed and keeping him still. That done, Constantine grins down at him and shucks off his coat, shirt, and tie, taking his time with the task and occasionally reaching over to trail a hand over Barry's thigh, his chest.]
Not uncomfortable, I hope?
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Still it no doubt said something that Barry's cock was clearly very, very hard from being held down like this. He even gave a soft keening sound at the feeling of his hand over his chest and along his thigh.]
Hm...Not in a bad way, anyway.
[ He pointed out as he ran his eyes down the others body hungrily.]