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[broil]

[It's... almost a parody, the way Petre simply sits back with a glass in one hand and a cigarette in the other, keeping his mouth busy with either one while Constantine makes himself pretty damn useful. There's a shift to his hips to help him ease his pants off, help get his hands wherever he wants them.]

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[ He's faintly amused at the image before him, though. Cliche? Sure, but John's got a wicked enough sense of humor to enjoy it.

He gets the clothes out of the way, and starts stroking slowly, firmly, with his hand. ]

[broil]

[Finally something telling shifts in the way Petre breathes, rolling his hips into the grip with what would look like discomfort from an outside view. Clearly that's not the case, and he just falls back with a sigh, lips stretching into a grin.]

That's nice.

[He's been pretty fucking aroused all along, but the grip is what finally gets him properly hard. John barely has to try, but it'll certainly be appreciated if he does.]

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[ He does try. It's only fair, after all. And it's a bit of a matter of pride, too.

Firmer strokes now, less teasing, more blatantly meant to arouse. And then he leans down, taking him into his mouth, humming softly around him. ]

[broil]

Ohh - [A dragged out sound, hips immediately arching without pushing himself any deeper. There's always a special thrill when his cock is felt through warm lips for the first time, and as soon as John picks up a rhythm, Petre is working with it, rolling slowly.]

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[ John groans softly, his eyes lifting to Petre's face. He sets a slow steady rhythm for now, his hand curling around the base of Petre's cock, moving in time with his mouth. His other hand splays warmly across Petre's thigh, bracing himself, but also squeezing here and there. ]

[broil]

[He releases little sounds, some of them startled, the others completely indulged, wishing he had both hands free so he could grab at Constantine's hair, pull it a bit, even yank whenever he hit a particularly good spot. He decides to just drink up the rest and place the glass down wherever possible, have another drag from the cigarette and follow through with his intentions.

Sorry it if hurts.]

Fuck, that's - yeah, that's good -

[Keep at it for another few minutes.]