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.]

[The gesture of supplication made him grin, and he reached over for the bottle he'd taken from the drawer. He drew a hand down between Bob's legs, thumb lifting up under the sac to press lightly against his perineum. A flick of the cap and he looked down at his hand teasing sensitive places.]

It would be my pleasure to oblige.

[But that meant preparation first, lube covering two fingers while he teased at Bob's hole with one and continued to tap and press against that soft spot on his taint.]

[He watches Bob squirm, finger teasing before it slips inside. He's careful to start with one and to work him until that slip and glide is something that's being ground into, rocked against before a second finger joins in.

Rowan watches Bob's cock as it juts up, bobbing along in time to the movements, the thick vein that runs under it fluttering in time to Bob's pulse.]

You think all doctors are good for a tumble?

That's quite the compliment. Is this where I tell you I don't shag all my patients?

[He didn't, to be fair. He generally practiced the 'no fraternizing with patients' rule most doctors had-- or pretended to. But there were times when the need to be with someone got too loud in his head, and Bob had been sending out some signals, and it wasn't as if he was his full time patient. Just a drop in a the clinic for testing. A clever loophole.]

[He grinned at the demand, a third finger sliding in as he crooked them up, finding that spot that he knew would make him squirm, pressing against it from the outside to add to the pleasure.]

Fair enough, dove.

[He doesn't answer right away, just watches the way the man moves as he fingers him, watches his cock strain, his back shift, the way he's holding onto the bed as if he might fly off.

Rowan gives another crook of his fingers as his free hand moves to tug his underwear down, freeing himself as he drizzles lube over his own shaft, stroking to spread it while he flicks all three fingers independently inside the man.]

Is that what you need?

Bossy little thing, aren't you?

[He slipped his fingers out, stroking himself again and knee-shuffling up to get closer. Close enough that when he held his cock, he leaned in and pressed it against that warm, soft skin he'd been teasing. The swollen head slipped down against Bob's ass, pressing against that tight ring, then slipping inside, just the tip as he felt that soft skin around him and bit back the sound that threatened to slip through.]

Good?

[He leans in, letting Bob pull him in, but only so much. Just to get a grip as he starts to press in a little more, grinding when he bottoms out entirely to let himself stir his cock in the man splayed out on his bed.]

Very descriptive.