"Alright, alright," Bob laughs as he's willingly steered into a dark alley, welcoming the contact at his shoulder but behaving admirably considering the possibilities that await them. Privacy is something he doesn't pay attention to most of the time but some things, things like this, he doesn't have a particular desire for an audience. He half-wonders whether the man's changed his mind and wants to get hot and fucking bothered right here.
"The naughty shit I bet's happened down here," he comments as John pulls away to get started on what Bob's really curious to see. He doesn't have any further smart comments, just watches on with his eyes following the trails of fire seemingly springing from the other man's hands. It's mesmerising, nothing like he's ever seen before, and he only realises his mouth has been hanging open when it snaps shut as the portal appears.
"Fuck, that's..." he means to say 'amazing', but before he can get the word out, John's mouth is on his, a warm hand framing his crotch. He tastes like gin and cigarettes. If Bob cared to play it more cool he might have clamped down on the appreciative groan that works its way free from his lips, but he doesn't. As suddenly as the hand appeared it's gone again, the other man already out of his reach and stepped into the portal and Bob, a little disappointed at the loss of contact, finally finds a cheeky grin just for John.
With little to no regard for if this is a bad idea or not he follows, not stopping until he's stepping in through the portal and reaching out with a hand to strike up some more contact.
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"The naughty shit I bet's happened down here," he comments as John pulls away to get started on what Bob's really curious to see. He doesn't have any further smart comments, just watches on with his eyes following the trails of fire seemingly springing from the other man's hands. It's mesmerising, nothing like he's ever seen before, and he only realises his mouth has been hanging open when it snaps shut as the portal appears.
"Fuck, that's..." he means to say 'amazing', but before he can get the word out, John's mouth is on his, a warm hand framing his crotch. He tastes like gin and cigarettes. If Bob cared to play it more cool he might have clamped down on the appreciative groan that works its way free from his lips, but he doesn't. As suddenly as the hand appeared it's gone again, the other man already out of his reach and stepped into the portal and Bob, a little disappointed at the loss of contact, finally finds a cheeky grin just for John.
With little to no regard for if this is a bad idea or not he follows, not stopping until he's stepping in through the portal and reaching out with a hand to strike up some more contact.