[SWS] Yeah, 'scuse me? Got the time?

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"Can't if you're doing that," Bob replies, soft voice softer still and barely a murmur. He's already doing this with Arthur far closer to home than he should be, but his brain isn't worried about details like that right now. Instead he's focusing in on how the other man's lips that close to his own makes him feel high.

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Arthur laughs softly at the words, tongue actually flicking out to touch Bob's top lip, "Now why would you be "distracted"?"

Adding, still tugging slightly on Bob's shirt, "You seemed so focused on everything else before now..."

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"Because I wasn't thinking about my cock in your mouth earlier," Bob returns, forehead pressed against Arthur's because the alternative is not making it back to his flat to do what he wants to do to the other man.

"Come on." This time he sounds more gruff, forcing himself away from the lithe man to head for the exit. They've got a ten minute walk and he doesn't intend to lose any of the heat in his veins on the way.

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Arthur presses his forehead back, laughing again before moving when Bob told him to, pulling him along by his shirt, "Then we better get going."

He did let Bob lead the way but kept closer than he had on their way to the tube.

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Bob lives in a one-bedroom flat in Battersea, one that he's pulling Arthur towards with every step they take. It's not huge but there's enough space for him and he has a good view of the south London landmark Battersea Power Station from his back gardenHe's never usually home all that much, usually just using the place to sleep in, and he certainly never takes anyone back there. It's usually whoever he's sleeping with for the night who provides the accommodation. But this feels like the most natural thing in the world to do. His entire initial reason for wanting to come back here was to keep Arthur from having a heart attack or getting into a fight