bakerstreet | april texting.

[ Exhaling through his nose in amusement at the question, his lips tug wider until he's grinning again. He likes a bit of rough and tumble, but it doesn't usually take much to get him smiling when faced with somebody he likes. ]

On you?

[ It's too much of an ask now to stay outside of the other man's personal space, and so Bob closes the gap between them, resting a palm up against the lift wall next to Rowan's head. ]

Reckon your birthday suit would look best on you, don't you think?

[Oh, this one was smooth. Smooth and cocky, and Rowan liked the way it looked on him.]

Aye, but I don't have any of those pretty markings you do, so my canvass is a bit more bare. You have things to ruminate over, from what I gleaned earlier. Things to trace with finger and tongue. Any meaning behind any of them?

I am happy to do a show and tell for you later. Anything you want to know about.

[ He's leaning close enough now that Rowan is hovering on the very edges of where his vision blurs. Gaze dipping to get an eyeful of those lips and then back up again to meet the appreciative look in return. ]

Have to point out which ones you want the full bells and whistles story on and I'm not planning on giving you much time to stop and think, fella.

Oh you're not, are you?

[With his glamour on full, his eyes show only a warm brown, and he smiles at the cheek of the man very much in his personal space. He lifts a hand and hooks his finger through one of the belt loops on Bob's trousers.]

Turn around and march that healthy marked self to my door, dove, and we'll see who's wearing who out.

[Said just as the soft chime sounded that heralded their arrival to his floor.]

[ There's a brief moment where Bob doesn't move despite the happy ding! above him, eyes still boring heatedly into Rowan's. And then, with visible effort, he steps away, huffing out another laugh and wrapping his fingers around the other man's finger still looped into his jeans.

Tactile and not having a single reason not to show it, he steps out of the lift and sets his eyes about the place. Not scoping it out - not here and not like that - but looking around to try get a better sense of who the doc is. ]

Nice.

[His home had an open style layout, not too fancy, not too clinical. He would have preferred a more woodsy, earthy feel to it, but it was a temporary place to lay his head and this was the style in this modern era. He did like the windows and the view he got, and he let Bob tug him into his place, dropping his pack near the table and coming in after him.]

Drink? I've got beer, wine, or something harder, if you need it.

[ Bob's clearly impressed, especially as he takes a moment to hear, process and then reply to the offer. Once he's done feasting his eyes on the apartment splayed out before them, he flicks his gaze back to Rowan and smirks. ]

I'm hard enough already, doc.

[ When he said he doesn't mind roleplay now and then, he's also prone to being slightly cheeky when the opportunity presents. And it's presenting. ]

What's your favourite drink?

Nothing I can get here.

[It was a drink from home, and it wasn't anything he'd be willing to share with a human, if only because it could have interesting effects on them. As to what he could have here? He moved to slide his hand into Bob's back pocket of his jeans, giving a gentle squeeze.]

But I'm easy to please when it comes to food and drink.

Don't have a preference? 'cause I'll drink whatever you like the taste of best.

[ Eager to please and delighted with the squeeze, he turns and purposely positions his hips flush up against Rowan's. There's no hiding how pleased he is to be here with the man, the now thick length of his hard shaft is straining for its release. ]

You'll be tasting what I drink too, yeah?

[ The last part is all but against Rowan's lips, not quite touching but so close there's barely even air between them. ]

[He smiled, but it was short lived as he leaned in and closed that very small gap to let his lips press to Bob's. He'd been fascinated by them their whole first appointment, and they felt just as good against his as he'd thought they would. Warm and soft, and he nipped at the lower one as he felt himself reacting to the touch of a body against his.]

I imagine I will. I don't think I have anything in house that I don't somewhat enjoy, so we're covered there.

[ Any thought of a beverage departs his mind as Rowan's lips press against his own, and he responds in kind. His lips move slowly at first, until he's snaked an entire arm around the other man's waist. Anchoring them together and trying not to sound too disappointed as their lips part again.

Breathing is unfortunately still a thing he has to do. ]

Fuck the drink, just want you.

[ He leans in again, mouth slotting against Rowan's, paying attention to every part of his body in contact with the other man's. ]

[That was fine by him, and he let his hands wander, moving to Bob's shirt to tug it up, wanting to feel the warmth of skin against his own. His lips parted, tongue coming out to sweep against Bob's as he felt that tingle start at the base of his spine and spread outward.]

Bed? Or are you more of a couch lad?

Not fussy. You need a bed, old man, or think you've got the flexibility for the sofa?

[ He concludes his insolent question with a sharp kiss, teeth nipping at Rowan's bottom lip. Fingers scrunching into the waistband of the man's trousers, he tries not to shiver at cool air kissing at his stomach, but it's a losing battle. One that he doesn't care to come out of victorious. ]

[That's an intentional prick at his ego, and Rowan gives him a teasing growl into the kiss, lowering his hands to grab at Bob's legs, hefting him up by his thighs and tugging them to either side of his hips so he can carry him off to the sofa. Best hold on, Bob.]

I'd have you in a tree if I had only that option, brat.

[ Bob's not expecting to literally be swept off his feet, surfaced by a brief tension as he's taken off guard. He likes it though, being surprised in a good way. He's not the biggest bloke but he's impressed Rowan's got the strength to pick him up like this.

His legs comply once his brain has caught up, his cock still sandwiched between them in the confines of its denim cage. ]

Fuck, call me brat again. Went straight to my dick.

[ Maybe it's the tone, or maybe he's just already so turned on anything Rowan says is hot. His mouth presses to the side of his neck, needy kisses planted in a messy line meandering up towards the man's throat. ]

[There's another soft growl at the feel of lips on his neck, and he makes his way over to the sofa to set a knee on it. That lets him lower Bob down to press against the back, to work at tugging the man's shirt up, aiming to get it off.]

Someone has a preference for being disciplined?

Nah I fucking hate authority. But when you say it like that it floats my boat.

[ The coppers that recognise him from previous run-ins with the law definitely aren't as hot as Rowan is. Maybe that has something to do with it. Or maybe it's that the other man has this air about him that makes Bob want to do as he's told, for a change.

He lifts his arms as his shirt is pulled up, the expanse of his torso and all the ink he has dotted across it revealed. Looking up at Rowan, he smirks. ]

Like what you see when you get to do whatever you want?

[ Not like his last physical that had been frustratingly clinical. ]

Aye.

[His head lowered to let him be able to kiss across his collarbone, fingers tracing over the ink on his pec. He can feel the heat of Bob's arousal through his jeans, giving a light press with his hips as he nips lightly.]

Whatever I want, mm? That's rather generous.

Yeah. Anything.

[ Between those heated kisses his fingers are tugging at the other man's shirt, wanting to unwrap him just as thoroughly. The rocking of hips against his own, the friction against his cock, has him gasping. ]

Whatever you want.

Oh, I think I'll have you for starters.

[He draws back long enough to let his shirt get pulled off, ruffling his hair as he tosses it to the side, then he's back to crashing his lips against Bob's. His hand smooths down along his front, hooking his fingers in the front of his jeans and tugging at the button.]

These should be next to go.

[ His fingers trail over the warmth of Rowan's chest, sliding up to knot into the back of his ruffled hair where he can find purchase. Giving as good as he gets, his kisses are sloppy, a mess of focus and distraction when he feels the button of his jeans popped open.

He helps where he can, lifting his hips and shimmying out of the fabric when it's tugged down, the light blue boxer briefs beneath getting tugged down too. He doesn't make a move to stop that, the underwear pulling down enough that soon enough the thick root of his cock is visible. ]

[It's all shoved down, and after a moment's consideration, Rowan slips down onto his knees to the floor, between Bob's thighs as he tugs jeans and underwear down. Down over thighs, then knees, stopping only so long as it takes to get his blood shoes off.]

Suppose those should have gone first.

[ All things considered, Bob chuckles, enjoying the humour of it. All passion and no banter isn't really his style anyway.

He can't ignore the way his cock, finally free from its prison, bounces upwards. It drags a groan from him, knees parted to create all the space Rowan wants as he does away with those shoes.

Once those are off and his socks too, he reaches up to try and cup the back of the other man's neck to pull him back in. He's hard enough now that the tip of his cock is weeping with pre-come, smearing against his own stomach. ]

Come here.

Oh, I don't know about that. I'm quite comfy down here. In fact, I think we were talking earlier about my tasting you. Seems the perfect opportunity for that, don't you think?

[His hands slide up thigh thighs, feeling hair tickle his fingers and palms, then up to bracket around Bob's groin. His thumbs are just teasing over pubic hair, just on the outside of his sac as he glances up at the man from under his lashes.]

Oh fuck.

[ The tone is almost disbelieving that he's gotten this lucky, as if he hadn't expected Rowan to want to. Settling back against the couch, his eyes don't leave the other man's face as his fingers journey upward. His cock twitches as if anticipating what comes next, the hairs on his arms lifting away from his skin equally as poised.

He nods, fingers shifting to curl around his shoulder as if he doesn't want to not touch. As if he needs to maintain contact, an anchor. ]

Yeah, yeah. [ His voice is so soft it's only just above a whisper. ] Thinking exactly that.

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