bakerstreet | april texting.

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. ]

Here's the thing, Bob, my dove -- I'm not in any rush to stop touching you. In fact, I'm quite enjoying it. The thought of stopping just now to go over all by myself to the drawer is almost intolerable.

[And as a fae, he couldn't lie. So take that how one would, Bob.]

[ He's not upset by the fact his partner for the evening wants to continue keeping him close by. Maybe some would feel differently but for Bob, whose primary drive in life revolves around the people he cares for, it doesn't bother him a lick.

In fact, he grins. ]

When you put it like that hardly like I can make you suffer that on your own, can I?

[ He pushes away from the glass, eyebrows lifting in expectation as he slips his hand into Rowan's. Easy as that. ]

[It's that easiness of going along with the flow that has Rowan making an odd purring sound in the depths of his chest as he draws Bob in against him. He gives him another kiss, quick and messy, then starts walking them over to the bed.]

It'd be downright criminal.

[ Chuckling at that phrasing, Bob's feet move the direction he's being tugged. If only Rowan knew he is a criminal. Maybe he'll tell him at some point, but for here and now none of that matters. Hardly like he plans on nicking anything from here. ]

What surprises have you got in your drawer then?

[ If he had to guess, Rowan's going for lube. Belatedly he considers condoms. He should probably have thought of that sooner, recalling their earlier conversation about safe sex. ]

[He lifted his right hand, using his forefinger to doodle random designs from the edge of Bob's right shoulder, all across his clavicle and chest to the other shoulder. He grinned as he leaned in and kissed him again.]

Not much in the way of surprises. A few varieties of lubricant. Condoms. A toy or two.

[While he didn't fear human STIs, he was very careful about potentially getting a partner pregnant. The last thing he wanted was a child of his running around, getting in trouble, being found by another fae and dragged back home. Or coming into their own and not knowing, if the mother happened to not tell him. It was one of the perks of being with males, that fear didn't even whisper in the back of his head.]

[ He knows he promised otherwise, but the desire to want an arse full of cum sounds bloody good right about now. He grins against the kiss briefly, the idea fully taking root in his simple list of wants for the rest of the night. ]

I know I said about safe sex and all that, but... if you're clean you know I am.

[ He quirks up his brows, his cock hard and gently pressing into one of Rowan's hips as if to hammer home the point. ]

[That idea was tempting. Unbelievably so. There was a certain draw to mark someone with their seed that just always sat firmly up in the 'yes' category of his mind. A little possessiveness that he could allow himself that didn't cross too many boundaries. None at all when the one he was with seemed to want it. His cock throbbed where it rested, pressed against his body by his underwear and the bodyweight against him as Bob sought to apparently drive that point home.]

Are you trying to lead me down a wicked path, dove?

Just don't need the rubber if you're clean too. Don't you like it more when you can feel everything?

[ It's an obvious answer, only one really, to that question. And Bob knows it. He's grinning again as if he knows where they're going to end up. Like the cat that got the cream. His fingers walk up Rowan's chest as he seemingly waits for the answer. ]

I can give you my word that I've not got a thing you can catch from me.

[Being fae was hardly contagious, after all. Oh, becoming fae was possible, but that was something done in Underhill with magics he never touched. Since Bob was male, he couldn't even catch a pregnancy. It was almost too perfect.

He closed his eyes as the wandering finger move up along his chest, that feeling of need racing through his veins before he moved his hands around to grope at the other man's ass, pulling him in firmly.]

Thoughts like that are why you're going to need to keep getting tested if you play around, love. And one day, the dice won't favor your roll. But for tonight, with me, you're perfectly safe.

[ There's a moment where Bob almost confesses he doesn't sleep around half as much as the other man might assume he does. But he's used to not really talking about his sex life, not after so many years keeping a lid on all sorts of things.

So he huffs out a laugh, not really expressing humour or much else, and leans in to press his hot mouth to the side of Rowan's neck.

All he'd wanted to know was if there's a reason they should be using condoms tonight. But his body is already running away with the idea of getting pumped full, and he's very on board with it. ]

I'll take as much lube as you've got though this first round. Nobody likes a dry fuck.

Ah, but there I can give you choices. Flavored. Warming. Cooling. There's a fascinating myriad of options when one dallies into a store for such things.

[He didn't know Bob's past, or the struggle he'd had with his own sexuality, but he wouldn't judge either way. Humans were complicated. Almost painfully so sometimes. But this one was warm, willing, and with sensuous lips that were marking little paths along his skin that had him gripping a little more firmly.]

[ Latching on to an earlobe and sucking for a moment, Bob eventually pulls back enough to look at Rowan. His stomach flip-flops as he gazes at him, strange nervous energy building into something that feels almost like he wants to blush.

In the end he grins, leaning in to press a slightly bristly kiss to the corner of the other man's lips and then pulls away. He certainly doesn't mind Rowan watching as he walks towards the bed and starts to climb on it. ]

Surprise me, tiger.

[The nip to the ear, the show he put on, it all was wrapped up in a package that Rowan found he was getting to like very much.]

What exactly do you do to keep yourself as fit as you are?

[Asked as he walked over to the drawer, opening it and reaching for a bottle before he closed it and turned to face the bed. His approval of who was on it was evident in the gleam in his eyes and the bulge peeking its head over the top of the waistband of his underwear. He set the bottle down, then lifted one leg back at the knee, reaching down to pull off that sock. He did the same on the other foot. Then, off came the trousers. That left him in just the underwear as he chewed on his lower lip, wondering where he wanted to start.]

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