[ And were there not other pressing matters at hand, he'd be ready and willing to entertain any number of scathing remarks as to his character. Banter might as well be foreplay with this one. The kiss is far from gentle and exactly what he was hoping for when it came to this one to be sure. He grunts as he's backed into the sink, reaching out with one hand and fumbling for the belt to Mick's trousers.
Breaking away to drag in a breath, he offers a bite just a little off from a nip to his bottom lip, tugging a bit before letting it go. ]
[ This should feel wrong, but there's something in the almost-friendly roughness between them that Mick finds enticing. They're not trying to hurt each other now, but neither are they trying to be gentle or even patient. It's an oddly perfect mix.
His hands find slim hips and while he's not trying to leave bruises, he's not exactly trying to avoid it, either. Trapping Constantine between his own body and the sink, he presses his thigh between the other man's legs. ]
[ If he knew was thinking that he'd tell Mick he was overthinking it. Of all the ways they've either come together or clashed, John never figured this way would end up on the list. He can't say he isn't glad for it, though. Big man doesn't give himself near enough credit to much of anything so far as he's concerned.
Though a big part of that might also be how he's seen or feels he's seen by the rest of the Waverider crew. Sure, he and Mick don't get on all the time but that's because their personalities are all sharp edges needing smoothing out. The reason for the former is based on past actions that he had no part in that set his teeth on edge the more he hears about any of it. Something he hopes to banish from the thoughts of the man who has him pinned between his body and the sink at least for a little while.
He refocuses his attention at the grip of Mick's hands, his own mouth finding the other man's for another bruising kiss as his legs shift to accommodate the thigh pressed between them. A muffled sound of encouragement leaves him as he's not quite ready to break away from the kiss. The music of the band is muffled by the locked door, and the sound of him finally getting Mick's belt and fly undone is better than the music they'd had going out there. Sorry.
Crowded as he is, it doesn't bode for trying to get to his pockets for lube or condoms. Reluctantly, he breaks the kiss enough to talk, panting a little to catch his breath. ] Gotta let me get to my pockets, mate.
[ Mick isn't a great people person in general. He never has been. The people who like him tend to like him despite that fact or maybe because they like the simplicity of a man who has no patience for tact or lies. Mick is a thief and a criminal, but he's an honest and uncomplicated one.
At least, he thinks he is.
He growls into the kiss, chest vibrating with it, and as the other man tries to get to his pockets Mick's got half a mind to make it harder just to be contrary. There's a part of him that likes the rough edges between them and wants to dig into them like pressing on a bruise. He wants Constantine to squirm for him, to lose all that swagger and composure. ]
Who's stopping you?
[ He bites at Constantine's jaw, not enough to bruise, but not quite playful either. ]
[ Well, thieving isn't usually about how much of a people person one is. Running cons on the other hand? Sort of need a head for interaction or willing to entertain the art of ingratiating oneself in different situations. As far as the reasons why he doesn't mind the big man's company? Honest and uncomplicated is a good thing, sure. John more prefers the fact that he owns the fact that he doesn't much care for the mage and doesn't tiptoe around it for the sake of team dynamics.
And other assorted rubbish.
Unable to get to his pockets, his hands rest on Mick's chest, feeling that rumble through it when he growls. It earns a shiver and followed by a grin. The way he presses just close enough to keep him from reaching them and still crowd all of his senses. ]
Think you're making it pretty difficult.
[ Not a complaint. Statement of fact. The bite earns a soft hiss and John turns his head to chase after Mick's mouth again, all eager and rough. ]
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Breaking away to drag in a breath, he offers a bite just a little off from a nip to his bottom lip, tugging a bit before letting it go. ]
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His hands find slim hips and while he's not trying to leave bruises, he's not exactly trying to avoid it, either. Trapping Constantine between his own body and the sink, he presses his thigh between the other man's legs. ]
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Though a big part of that might also be how he's seen or feels he's seen by the rest of the Waverider crew. Sure, he and Mick don't get on all the time but that's because their personalities are all sharp edges needing smoothing out. The reason for the former is based on past actions that he had no part in that set his teeth on edge the more he hears about any of it. Something he hopes to banish from the thoughts of the man who has him pinned between his body and the sink at least for a little while.
He refocuses his attention at the grip of Mick's hands, his own mouth finding the other man's for another bruising kiss as his legs shift to accommodate the thigh pressed between them. A muffled sound of encouragement leaves him as he's not quite ready to break away from the kiss. The music of the band is muffled by the locked door, and the sound of him finally getting Mick's belt and fly undone is better than the music they'd had going out there. Sorry.
Crowded as he is, it doesn't bode for trying to get to his pockets for lube or condoms. Reluctantly, he breaks the kiss enough to talk, panting a little to catch his breath. ] Gotta let me get to my pockets, mate.
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At least, he thinks he is.
He growls into the kiss, chest vibrating with it, and as the other man tries to get to his pockets Mick's got half a mind to make it harder just to be contrary. There's a part of him that likes the rough edges between them and wants to dig into them like pressing on a bruise. He wants Constantine to squirm for him, to lose all that swagger and composure. ]
Who's stopping you?
[ He bites at Constantine's jaw, not enough to bruise, but not quite playful either. ]
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And other assorted rubbish.
Unable to get to his pockets, his hands rest on Mick's chest, feeling that rumble through it when he growls. It earns a shiver and followed by a grin. The way he presses just close enough to keep him from reaching them and still crowd all of his senses. ]
Think you're making it pretty difficult.
[ Not a complaint. Statement of fact. The bite earns a soft hiss and John turns his head to chase after Mick's mouth again, all eager and rough. ]