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You let the Devil in 😈

Ever since he agreed to go on this trip with Zari, his mind's been turning over and over about it. Technically, yes, the Legends are adults. Some of them even managed to survive for years without them aboard (which seems miraculous now.) But that doesn't make it any easier for him to leave his hatchlings, no matter how many speeches Sara has about how they only live once and they should go enjoy themselves. And he knows Ava has pulled Zari aside to essentially say the same thing just in a more Ava type way.

The thing is, even when John is running away, it's never for long and he's usually only pretending to dick off. As he thinks back over the years, has he ever taken a real vacation? Ever? Something creepy or crawly always manages to find him wherever he goes and that's weighing heavily on his mind as well. If the team will be safe without him, will Zari be safe with him?

He keeps starting and stopping packing, not like it matters when he knows Zari is going to make him get a whole different wardrobe the second they're alone. He's been avoiding that one for long enough so he's kind of resigned to the whole affair honestly. Packing means leaving though, indefinitely the way his life goes. What if they damage the timeline by being out there together? And again, what if the Legends really really need them??

Yeah, so he's spiraling. When Zari finds him, he'll be pacing the length of his room back and forth - back and forth. Every time he crosses his suitcase, he drops something new in and/or takes something out so that the job never actually gets finished. He's so absorbed in his weird, manic ritual that he doesn't even notice her coming in until she's right in front of him. Her sudden appearance (from his perspective) actually makes him jump before he manages to focus his foggy gaze on her.

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"Generous." Zari quips, amused by the banter as ever. She notices his growing interest in her. It is extremely satisfying to see how little it takes to work him up as she continues to strip him. She waits patiently for John to get with the program, pulling the romper all the way down as his hips lift. An eye brow raises at the request, smiling that Cheshire smile he should be used to by now. It's fairly ordinary to have him naked before her. This is different. Zari likes it.

She's not really the kind of girl who spends much time in this position but, for John? She can be flexible; loves it even. "Is that all?" She asks huskily even as she goes to comply, dropping the romper and his underwear off to the side. Zari takes her heels once she's on the the floor, using the opportunity to tease John and distract from the practical need driving her task. "You really need to get more specific, ātashé del-am. What do you need now that I'm here?"

That smile always means he's in trouble on one level or another, and now is no exception. His heart flutters dangerously when she drops to the floor, apparently not exaggerating about tonight being his night. He leans over to strip his socks off and to give himself a moment before he actually does pass out. If he were still a smoker, his heart would have 100% exploded by now. When he's done his simple task he finds her face all too close to hers as that foreign endearment rolls criminally off her tongue. She really loves to torture him and it never stops being sexy to him, even when she paints him into a corner this way.

"You make me more nervous than I've ever been, even facing the likes of Evil." John has to point it out, partially to give himself time to calm some, but also because he really needs her to know. He's been with people wildly out of his league before, obviously, but it never made him sweat like this before Zari. He gulps in a breath for what's next, as ever taking comfort in the fact that she could easily call this whole thing off if she wanted and tell him no at any time. He licks his lips and finally gets with the program, leaning back against the chair so he can take her in from this new angle. It's a head rush, to say the least. "Need your delicate hands on me, luv... And that gorgeous, perfect mouth."

That smiles doesn't dim at all. Zari reaches slowly over to touch his hip, fingers gliding over the bone gently. That admission makes her feel invincible. She doesn't quite get what he does anymore than he does her. Zari knows he's the best at it just like she is. The fact that an influencer can do this to him is everything.

"That's because they don't have any power over you." She traces the line down to his member, fingers delicately wrapping around it as if to illustrate her point. "I do." She moves in closer to his manhood, exhaling audibly against it. It isn't a proud boast; just a matter of fact. Even when she tries to hand some of it over, Zari knows she holds all the cards here. "But, that doesn't mean I can't give you what you need. All you have to do is ask." She looks up to catch his eyes for a second before leaning the rest of the way so she can make offer up small kitten lick against the tip. As usual she drags out the game just as long as he does if not more.

A rosy flush takes over his chest, creeping up his throat and eventually settling high on his cheeks. He hates how cherry red he turns during moments like these where her skintone makes pink look so much more attractive. John's fingers dig into the arms of the chair as she teases him, raising gooseflesh on her way to the final destination. The moment her soft palm closes around him he has to close his eyes, head tipping back as he releases a throaty groan, perhaps a reaction to her words even moreso than her touch.

"Yeah, you do," he admits in a bemused stage whisper, knowing how much she loves that about their dynamic. He's never allowed anyone to own him this way, but even he has to admit how good it feels to completely let go. Her statement, though seductive, brings more consciousness to the moment than she probably intended and he forces himself to train his eyes forward again, licking already dry lips as he watches. Even on her knees before him, she completely controls the scene and it's obvious in every tiny minutia of the way they interact. "...Anything I need?" he challenges, breathily, inhaling sharply a second later at that little lick. It takes everything he has to keep still, but as ever he's just as determined as she is to draw things out to their fullest.

Zari doesn't elect to answer right away. She takes one lick and then another as if debating on whether she wants to continue tasting him. She soon escalates to taking just the tip of him into her mouth, sucking gently for a few seconds before letting go with a soft pop. It's only then that Zari seems to remember he said anything at all.

"Anything." Zari pledges though she adds on with a few seconds. "Within reason. No one likes a greedy prince." She chastises as she resumes meeting his needs. Zari takes only a little more in than last time, gently working her tongue over his length as she listens carefully for feedback. Zari is usually rougher with John, but considering the positioning she opts for a more gentle approach this time. She isn't sure how he'll respond to it until he does.

Gentle is a good approach considering how overwhelmed he is already and how tuned in to her every movement. The moment her mouth closes around him, his eyes roll back into his head and his breathing grows deeper and louder; reminding himself he can make as much noise as he wants here and Zari will want to hear his appreciation.

"No promises," he huffs out, trying to keep up with the banter but she may have found the one act that renders Constantine speechless. He's missing immensely his hands on her, but there will be plenty of time to feel that silk against his bare skin later and just the thought looses a groan from his lips. She makes him greedy though he's already too far gone to tell her so aloud, he can never get enough even when she's being particularly mean.

They both know she's okay with how much he wants her. It fills a void left by a fair share of shallow, emotionally distant lovers. That's not something Zari is considering at the moment. It's just them indulging in every little thing that springs to mind. Every noise he makes just encourages and arouses Zari in equal measure. She does her best to manage to growing pressure between her legs at his groans as the blood rushes down.

He is unusually quiet, another turn on considering how often he says the wrong thing while they make love. This is definitely more fun than outright gagging him. All that said, Zari takes what she hears and decides to ramp it up a little.

She breathes in through her nose deeply. It's all the warning John gets before she takes him in the rest of the way, holding him in towards the left side her of mouth without any thought for how lewd it must look. Zari holds it for as long as she can, letting John feel the warmth and softness of her mouth until just a second before her gag reflex kicks in. She pulls away completely with only her hand left to grip the shaft, thumb swiping over the skin in consolation.

Zari smiles in satisfaction as she works to catch her breath, wondering what sounds the sudden temperature change will inspire. "Have it your way. I did make a promise." She reminds him breathlessly. There is fun to be had in playing this role for the day.

John moans out her name at the sudden shift, forcing his eyes open as his nails dig deeper into the upholstery and his glassy gaze settles on her again. Even in this position, her power is inherent and it causes his breath to speed up, his hips twitching with the imperative to snap forward though he never allows himself to follow through. Her mouth feels hot and perfect around him, and he's already so close any friction might tip him over the edge; an indulgence he won't allow himself until she's satisfied, something he does more for himself than her which is why the urge remains in tact on "his day."

He gasps aloud, head falling back again when she suddenly lets him back into open air. It causes his cock to bob involuntarily before her hand fills the void as he can't help but lean into her touch as much as possible. Usually, he would beg for her now, but she wanted to change up the game, so when he opens his mouth it isn't desperate drivelings but a stern, clear command that surprises even himself. "Just your hand now. Kiss me."

He surprises her by committing to his side of things. Zari expected the usual desperate babble. It would be fine. Even predictable has a way of being sexy when it's them. That nonsense is music to her ears every time. It makes her hesitate for a brief moment before going to comply. Her stomach flutters as the thrill of something new takes root in it.

Zari moves to sit on his lap again, hand wrapping more carefully around his member as she transitions. She leans in to kiss him without further delay, thorough and needy, free hand cupping the side of his face as she deepens it. She'll get back to her other attentions in a minute. For now, Zari needs more to taste.

He moans into her kiss openly, tasting himself fleetingly on her lips and chasing it with his tongue. Her chemise rubs tantalizingly against his chest and it feels even better than he'd imagined. One hand lifts from the chair to wrap around her wrist, not staying or furthering her movement but holding on all the same. His other cups a breast through that gauzy material while his thumb rubs across her peaked nipple. No one has ever driven him so wild in such a short amount of time, and he opens his mouth to tell her as much when he finds himself sucking on her tongue instead. Words can always wait, right?

They can always wait. Zari groans against his mouth, feeling that pressure between her legs only continue to build as he sucks her tongue. Her nipples harden further at the attention as well. She feels herself start to throb, but there's no way to articulate it. She just has to deal since this is about him.

It's only when they part for air that Zari meets his eyes, gaze darkening as she meets his. Her fingers run over his length carefully and start to very gently run back and forth, catching a rhythm as she tries to stare into his eyes as long as possible while catching her breath. None of it is sustainable, but Zari is pretending not to notice. She is too present in the moment to care.

He already knows, of course, he can tell how turned on she is by just doing for him and it makes him realize they should switch things up like this more often. John's hips shift minutely into her hands, sighing her name as his hand moves from her wrist to the back of her thigh and starting to climb up under her shift. The eye contact is intense but feels like a second caress and he has no trouble holding it for as long as they can both get away with.

"I need your mouth again," he says sweetly, a bit of his own Cheshire smile tugging up the corners of his mouth. He moves a bit to make more room for her to rearrange on the chair, taking the opportunity to feel up her front while he can before then.

Zari smiles when he says her name, content to be the source of his pleasure even if it comes at her expense. Her gaze warms from hunger to something fond for a brief moment before the request hits her ears. She lets out a thready sigh as his hands roam her front, flesh pimpling at his touch. She really wouldn't mind taking him right here to relieve the tension, but restraining herself is again part of the fun.

"Greedy." She chastises just as she moves to comply. Her hand stills as Zari shifts enough so she can lean down without going back to the floor. She takes him in only halfway this time, working his length by bobbing up and down to amp up the game.

"Guilty," he hisses, not used to being indulged in this way and it's clearly going to his head. His hand runs through her hair appreciatively and finds the strap of her camisole and starts dragging it down while the other climbs up beneath the silk skirt to grip the back of her thigh. As she ramps things up, so does he, fingers nudging between her folds from behind and moaning at how wet he finds her. "Yet you seem to still like me."

The small hairs raise up on everywhere he touches. Her body betrays just how badly she needs him by responding so immediately to his every touch. Zari is so conditioned to get so much from John in every encounter that the lack of it is a sweet kind of torture in itself. Zari more or less keeps it together until his fingers find the wetness between her thigh. She whimpers against his cock, scarping her teeth against it to remind him who is in charge here as she takes her mouth off. This is absolutely going to his head which messes with her ego too.

"This is why it's always my day." Zari points out as she catches her breath. It isn't long before she is diving in for more, resuming her kitten licks along his tip before picking up where she left off. She wouldn't mind hearing more of that hissing.

He cries out at the sudden, sharp pain, throwing him out of the moment for a second even as pleasure gathers in his belly in response to her rebellion. It isn't the first time he's realizing she could do anything to him in any context and he'd allow it, something that only charges him up, and John indeed lets out another long rush of air when she resumes her gentler attentions.

"This was your idea," he reminds her, bemusement coming across clearly even in his thready voice. Both hands run over silk now, tugging her dress up and groping her through it unabashedly before one settles on each of her shoulders and pushes down the top altogether so the delicate fabric pools at her waist. He licks his lips at the picture before him, hips lurching forward just once and not minding as much this time when the oversensitive head of him bumps against her teeth. "You could call it off at any time." Something that excites him more than it should, that apparent too in his suddenly pitchy tone.

She smiles around him at the cry, taking a little too much satisfaction out of reminding John of the pecking order here. It isn't long lived. The way he touches her spring forward another whimper against him, body shifting into his touch desperately. There is something unbelievably hot about being felt up and stripped by John while she's in this position. Zari is starting to understand why he likes this so much. She could go crazy thinking of what else he can do to her while her mouth is too occupied to protest it.

It's certainly mutual. Even the idea of her stopping while he has in knots. Zari briefly considers it before deciding the alternative it sweeter. She takes as much as of John in as she can, brushing her teeth carefully against his head, and moving down. One of her hands goes to steady at his hip to give her the leverage she needs to keep working him over hard with her mouth, tongue and teeth teasing John at every move even as it gets harder to breathe through her nose. She's determined to finish him off or get John ask for something else. What better rebuttal to the reminder that she can stop?

It's like the most unfair game of chicken ever played by his calculation as she raises the stakes yet again. A deep moan falls from his lips, knowing the exact moment she's won and finding it a difficult thing to resent. Zari is so clever, something that's even sexier than her body or even her touch. John just barely holds himself off the brink, gently pushing her back when he can hear her labored breathing. His gaze is blown out and desperate, but his voice is once more assured and dripping with confidence.

"I need to be inside you. Now." His hand cups her face gently a moment, thumb brushing across her cheekbone as adoration shines through his black gaze. She could very easily ruin him if she wanted to, and that's an entirely different fantasy of his they're sure to get to - but he starts to get a grip on her and start shifting again to make it a simple transition even as his erection purples from the denial. He knows it won't take long at all for her to push him over the edge, but he thinks she's just as close and he can't wait to see her come undone.

Zari works to catch her breath the second her mouth is free of him. It's a gamble as always with John except maybe not since she always wins. Her hand comes up to rest on his in response to that look, melting her insides until they feel like liquid gold. She allows herself to be directed to a better position, her sex aching for the release he's sure to give her.

It's not the most comfortable or sustainable, but Zari supposes that's part of the appeal in a distant way. She's so in need of him that it's barely a flutter in the back of her brain. She moves to lower herself onto his erection, inhaling sharply as her walls all too eagerly close around him. A shiver tears through her frame, leaving her to put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. There's no banter or excuse to tease John further. She lowers her head against his shoulder and rocks against John without further delay.

Zari moans loudly, denial making everything sharper and more intense. She resists the urge to adjust his hands, only making her arousal more intense as the denial hits her belly hard. She can't hold out for long like this, but that's fine as long as they go together.

He leans back against the chair to give her the room she needs, never tiring of this position even if this isn't the perfect location. He fully intends on fooling around in every inch of this room and maybe a few places outside it during their stay so it's hardly disappointing. She's so wet and willing he gasps at the quick slip that has her fully seated in no time at all. His hand grips her flank as she moves against him, though he stays as still as he can to further the game even if she's done with it.

"I might boss you around more often if this is the result," he says in a smoky tone, his smile soft rather than overtly smug, almost lackadaisical even. He holds her shirt up as the soft fabric starts slipping downward again, bunching it in his hand and watching her with boundless appreciation. "Are you ready... to get us both off, Princess?" It amazes him how hungry he can still be for her, every little noise she makes as she moves in his lap only making him want more; every bit as greedy as she accused him of being.

Her intentions are no different. Zari isn't as careful as he is, but this is freer than they've ever been. She plans to make the most of every second. "Not too often. I still need you." She breathes heavily into his ear, hot and desperate to get off as quickly as possible. It just feels so good to have John inside of her after waiting for so long.

She's beyond words so there's no verbal response to that question. She nods against the side of his head before Zari picks it up to the most punishing pace she can. The feeling of release looms closer and closer until it hits a fever pitch. Zari manages to force something out despite how foregone she is. "Together." It's a reminder and a warning as the release comes within seconds after. Zari does her best to wring them both out before finally collapsing against him. That's certainly one way to get vacation going.

He pants against her face at that proclamation, public bone grinding against her clit to speed up the process though it doesn't need speeding. "I need you," he insists, kissing messily at her jaw when she announces they have to go over together - they always do, don't they? He's certain he's never had such a mutual lover before; and it's one of his last thoughts before brain function goes offline entirely that she can't have had much luck there either. Maybe they should finally have that dreaded exes chat... when they can catch their breaths again.

John squeezes her to him tightly before releasing inside her hotly, gasping at the sensation of it dripping back downwards. While he can't wait for that bath twofold now, he gathers her to his chest and lays kisses all over her face, finally able to outpour some of his affection now that the roleplay is over.

It's hot and messy by the end. That seems suitable to the environment. Zari is soon smiling even as her eyes stay shut at the kisses. He's so unbearably sweet at times. She can't resist saying as much in her own mean way. "Sap." She still nuzzles against him affectionately. Zari isn't any better. It's a story as old as their relationship.

"Is it too soon to pass out?" She asks lazily. Zari will catch her second wind. Just give her a minute... and more kisses. She'll work for those.

Says the woman who quotes Romeo and Juliet with him. John raises an eyebrow before making an effort to be even more tender, one hand cupping her throat softly as he brushes barely-there kisses over her entire face, one square inch by one square inch, all while being still enough to keep their bodies melded as long as possible and even when it becomes mildly uncomfortable to do so.

"What about my bath?"

"Your hygiene is one of my many passion projects." Her eyes flutter open slowly. Zari can't fight the lovesick smile that comes across her face as he continues his kisses. He really does hit her where she lives. Her insides are back to being liquid. "Fine, we can still take a bath together if you do this for at least one more minute." That's about as much as she can bear before needing to entangle them.

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