[ That something can wait until tomorrow morning, in Peter's opinions. Besides, Constantine will be more relaxed, which might help him focus on his magic and avoid more food-related accidents. Peter is helping, really.
He is also leaning against John with a smile and a grateful look. Walking is a bit tricky but he will get eh hang of it in a minute. The nibbling ears John a low, pleased hum and Peter murmuring praises under his breath. As they get into the room, his hands are wandering a little because he enjoys touching his partners and it's not every day that he falls into bed with a handsome British with a silver tongue. Seriously, that accent might be one of Peter's favorite things in the world. One day he needs to coach Constantine into singing something.
He chuckles when they trip and helps John up, or maybe John is helping him, it's hard to tell. They make it to the bed eventually, or rather, Constantine pushes him into it and Peter reaches out to grab the man's arm and pulls him all over him. ]
I think I like it better without appetizers on the way. The Guardian says cheekily but his voice is low and throaty and his eyes darken.
[ It feels only natural to loop his arms around John’s neck and pull him in for another kiss. There isn't as much urgency as before but no less interest either and Peter hums into the taste of their tongues together, hot and slick when he opens his mouth wider. By the time they break apart to breathe Peter's knees are nudging either side of John's thighs and his hands slide up his shoulder, nails digging a little. ]
So...is there anything you'd like to try properly now that we're not in a rush? I take request.
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He is also leaning against John with a smile and a grateful look. Walking is a bit tricky but he will get eh hang of it in a minute. The nibbling ears John a low, pleased hum and Peter murmuring praises under his breath. As they get into the room, his hands are wandering a little because he enjoys touching his partners and it's not every day that he falls into bed with a handsome British with a silver tongue. Seriously, that accent might be one of Peter's favorite things in the world. One day he needs to coach Constantine into singing something.
He chuckles when they trip and helps John up, or maybe John is helping him, it's hard to tell. They make it to the bed eventually, or rather, Constantine pushes him into it and Peter reaches out to grab the man's arm and pulls him all over him. ]
I think I like it better without appetizers on the way. The Guardian says cheekily but his voice is low and throaty and his eyes darken.
[ It feels only natural to loop his arms around John’s neck and pull him in for another kiss. There isn't as much urgency as before but no less interest either and Peter hums into the taste of their tongues together, hot and slick when he opens his mouth wider. By the time they break apart to breathe Peter's knees are nudging either side of John's thighs and his hands slide up his shoulder, nails digging a little. ]
So...is there anything you'd like to try properly now that we're not in a rush? I take request.