[ 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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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. ]