bakerstreet | april texting.

[ That pulls a grin to the surface. He likes the phrasing, but he's not uncomfortable at all. In fact, there's something that turns him on about his knees against a hard floor. His own dick stirs in interest after its rest.

Fingers work their way along the warm bulge beneath the man's underwear. The fly of the jeans now peeled open, as if he's venturing towards the juiciest part of a meal. Excitement buzzes beneath his skin as he presses a kiss to the thin fabric, feeling the hot firmness under his mouth. ]

Well well. What have we got here then?

[ He strokes what he can of the length still concealed, not yet making a move to pull Rowan free entirely. ]

[His boxer briefs are black, Rowan liking simple in terms of what he wears, and the touch to them both with the press of fingers against it, then the heat of his breath through the cotton has him biting his lip and holding back the need to make a sound. It catches in his throat, and he has to swallow past it to speak.]

I think you know good and well what you have there, and why it's in the state it is, you tease.

You can tell me all about it.

[ Meanwhile, he'll mouth along the length that he can reach and when he can't stand the suspense any longer sinks a finger beneath the elasticated waistband. Down he drags it until the other man's cock springs free, almost hitting him under the chin.

That makes him giddy with desire. ]

You ever been in a situation where you have to keep talking like nothing's happening but somebody is sucking your cock like it's a Calippo in a heatwave?

[ He's turned on by that hypothetical scenario, something he's still thinking about as he twirls his tongue around the head of Rowan's cock and then licks up from the tip to his pubic bone. ]

Incidentally, I have.

[More than once. And he'd loved every moment of it. It was teasing, edging, having to restrain himself while pleasure threatened to overwhelm him. It strained his control, and he had to be doubly restrained to make sure his glamour didn't waver.

His thumb traced along the outside of the corner of Bob's lips, his breath hitching as he felt that wet heat sending pleasure up along his body from the base of his groin.]

Would you like me to recite anything in particular?

[ Another bolt of arousal that reaches deep into his loins at the mental picture of Rowan having to keep collected. He hums in approval, tongue sliding back to press up against the slit at the very tip of the other man's dick. ]

Whatever's on your mind.

[ It won't matter, because really Bob's listening for a crack in his tone. Stumbling over words. Anything that conveys the man's having a good time. ]

[That last lick has his toes curling in his socks, his cock bobbing as he flexes in response, teeth catching at his lip. He looks down at those blue eyes, cupping the side of his face as the man seems intent to torment him.]

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

[He got that far before he had to pause to keep his voice from quavering.]

[ Bob didn't pay much attention in his English lessons at school, so while he vaguely remembers the poem, he couldn't volunteer William Blake's name.

He smiles against Rowan's cock all the same, small kisses turning into involved licks and then the inevitable wet heat of his mouth.

It escalates quickly, his tongue providing the perfect surface to glide a hard cock over, not stopping even as it nears the back of his throat. He lets it, relaxing his throat as much as he can in order to tease the man like he'd teased in return earlier. ]

Gods!

[His hand rested on top of Bob's head, holding him there, but more to still and give him time to gather his thoughts than to force himself further down his throat. Not that the urge wasn't there, but he was much more than just urges. And he had a feeling Bob had some issues that needed to be talked about if this were to be more than a single casual fling.]

You're far too good with that tongue, youngling.

[ Assuming the references to him being young, or Rowan referring to himself as old, are jokes, his throat vibrates with a muffled laugh. He's not sure he really understands the joke, but it seems silly in a funny way. They must be the same generation. No way Rowan is more than a decade older than he is.

The hand on his head stills him for a moment, but only because he thinks Rowan needs a second. He bobs his head, not yet pushing further and simply concentrating on the first half of the man's cock, lavishing it in his attention. ]

You are... very distracting. Why don't you come back up here? I want a taste of you.

[He slid his nails along Bob's scalp, teasing there as he felt his breath stuttering in his chest, his cock throbbing in the sheath of his mouth. Christ, the man was lovely. He was lucky he was in this day and age. He'dve been one spirited away ages ago.]

[ If he didn't have a mouthful of cock, he'd laugh out loud at that assessment. Distracting? What's the bloke trying to focus on outside of this?

Eventually he draws back, string of saliva stretching out between his bottom lip and the tip of Rowan's cock. It only breaks when he grins upwards. ]

You don't want to jizz down my throat, nah?

I'm not in a rush to reach my edge immediately. You do look rather pretty where you are, but I think I want to see you laid out on my sheets.

[Up on top of the loft, tucked away in the corner was his bedroom. He loved the view from it, especially when it was covered in fog. He held a hand down to offer to Bob to help stand.]

And it's not as if we can't continue there.

Mm, 'spose I can't argue with that logic.

[ As much as he enjoys being on his knees, spreading out on a nice bed sounds good too. And he doesn't keep the impressed look to himself when they do eventually break into the bedroom area. Gaze immediately switching to the windows to take in the view. ]

Don't see the city like this that often. Looks like a different place from up here.

I think that's why I like it. It's the city, but sometimes it's not.

[He goes over to the window to look out, then down.]

The fog gets thick enough, and you think you're in a lost land.

[Or some place back home... He turned and smiled at Bob, gesturing for him to come over.]

[ The contrast to the city Bob's used to isn't lost on him. But he doesn't linger on trying to suss out his feelings about it for too long. Not when Rowan is beckoning him over and, by the time he gets to the other man, his cock is bobbing in its hardness. ]

Want me to blow you while you're enjoying the view?

Not exactly.

[He pulled him in and kissed him, turning to lean back against the glass as he let a hand slide down to cup the hard length between them. His own had been tucked back behind his underwear while they'd walked, but he liked Bob being nude. He had the body for it, and the tattoos made it more interesting.]

I'm debating on having you leave a mess on the glass.

[ No point being coy about it. If Rowan wants him to leave his cum spurted against the otherwise pristine windows, Bob's all for it.

He shivers as his cock twitches against the other man's palm, grinning a few seconds later once he's gotten himself back under control. ]

Why debate? I like that idea a lot.

I have a feeling you like a lot of ideas, dove.

[His hand kept stroking, kept teasing at the hardness that was covered in soft skin, a silky steel that he let himself indulge in as he kissed the man again. A sucking bite at his lip, then he turned them so that Bob was near the glass, but that meant rearranging them so Bob could brace himself against the window.]

Makes you wonder if I'm the type to have my windows treated or not, mm? If they give off a mirrored surface, or if anyone looking up might be able to see you...

Yeah well, you keep coming up with good ones, dontcha?

[ He's pliant as a result, body moving whichever way Rowan wants him, and it's not until he's facing the glass and looking out at the city that he lets out a huff of amusement. If people want to watch him get fucked? He really doesn't care.

His cock is back to leaking, harder than he has the words for. ]

Seems like a missed opportunity to make a bit of scratch on the side if people can't see, hm?

[He had to laugh at that, but he kissed against the nape of Bob's neck, nipping there as he licked and kissed his way along his shoulders.]

Are you implying you need the funds?

[Not that he was offering money for sex or anything, but maybe there was a financial reason for Bob to be sucking down McDonald's as opposed to a taste preference.]

[ The thing with being brought up on a deprived council estate is Bob always assumes he doesn't have the money for something. So buying cheap is the result of many years of only being able to afford the bare minimum. Sometimes not even that.

Nowadays, and with the benefit of a few successful gigs, he's got money, but the habit of spending as little as possible still remains. ]

Nah. Maybe I just like the idea of being watched. Dunno.

[ Somewhere in the middle of all of that he sucks his breath in hard through his teeth, shivering slightly at the feel of warm lips against his shoulders and back. It eventually prompts him to push his hips back, pressing his bare arse against the crotch of Rowan's jeans. ]

Looking the way you do, I find myself not surprised.

[He finds the spots that elicit the best reactions from Bob, though he's not stopping the press backward against himself. If anything, he's stroking along Bob's cock in time to the movements, little flicks of his tongue mingling with the press of his erection behind his underwear. A rigid length of restrained pleasure as the fae takes full advantage of the male in his home. Still, Bob was safer here than anywhere else. Guesting laws required he did no ill to those invited in, and Rowan was inclined to make sure Bob had a good enough time that he might feel so inclined to come back again. A steady partner wouldn't be a bad thing for Rowan, though he had no ideas of Bob's notions about sex partners.]

Charmer.

[ A fond accusation, one that's almost more of a breath out than an actual spoken word. The fist pumping in time with the way he's pressing his hips back is already more than enough to have his skin feeling warm and tingly.

But he wants more. ]

Do I have to beg you to fuck me?

[ Voice hoarser than it was bare seconds ago, he turns his head just enough that he can find Rowan in his peripheral vision. ]

Maybe.

[He slows his strokes, but doesn't stop them.]

That would require me going over to that desk over there and getting some things out. Hence why I wanted you in the bedroom in the first place.

[He had no need to worry about STIs, not least of which was that Bob had passed his tests, but also because fae didn't catch human illnesses. Still, he'd learned long ago to fall in line with human devices to keep up appearances, and the drawer held lubricant, which was one of the necessary elements of two males enjoying each other.]

Mm, don't let me stop you.

[ He's purring, practically. The smallest hint of his hips rocking into that hand anyway is all that betrays he might slightly have a thing to say about the other man leaving him at the window. But he can deal with the moment if it means having an arse full of cock as a reward. ]

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