[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.

Will you?

[His hand moves to slide under Bob, lifting his ass up as he grinds again. Then he sits back on his knees, hands drawing the other man so that his shoulders are on the bed, ass up and resting on his legs as he slowly, barely rocks his hips to tease him.]

Just like that, then?

Oh, I wasn't planning on keeping count. I was considering something along the lines of 'enough so you're incapable of even wiggling a toe'. Does that sound about right?

[He grinned like the shit he knew he was being, hands smoothing up, smoothing over Bob's skin, up over his thighs, his stomach, teasing along the straining length jutting up from his groin.]

Unless you take issue with that...?