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.]

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.]

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.]

[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.

[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.]

[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?

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.

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.]

[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.]

Be a bad look for a doctor that one comes to for their health to look slovenly.

[He moved to crawl onto the bed, fingers circling around the ankle closest to him. He lifted the leg attached, bringing it up so he could kneel there and nip at the outside of his ankle. A kiss and nibble upward as his hand started sliding upward.]

I appreciate the effort you've put in. It looks very, very good on you.

Handsome Bob, is it? Well, that's a rather apt one. More so than 'Tiny' for some of the larger boys bundling about.

[Noises are good, especially when they come with a grin like the one Bob shot him. The fog seemed to build outside, getting thicker and seemingly wrapping the building in a blanket, hiding it away from the world.

He nibbled his way up to where he was kneeling between Bob's legs, a tongue drawing a line up along the cock standing at attention, hands gripping both thighs before he sat up.]

That so? What else would be nice, dove?

[His hands moved as he talked, touching thigh, stomach, any piece of skin he could get at while he rested the man's legs over his knees.]