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

[eversohandsome]

[Continuation from here!]

"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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[littlspecificty]

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..."

[eversohandsome]

"Do that again. I dare you," Bob's voice is dangerously soft now, eyes switching all too quickly from puppy-dog to lust-filled. It's the contact Arthur provides in the one small touch that sets him off, desperate for the man to repeat the action so he can make the most of it this time.

[littlspecificty]

Arthur's arm is still stretched out, resting along the back of the couch and he grins at that look and voice, "Why?"

[eversohandsome]

"Because," Bob's not willing to go into details as to why Arthur should poke him in the cheek again. He's just going to keep staring at Arthur in a way that makes no secret of how much he wants to forget all about the pizza on its way and skip straight to the naked part.

[littlspecificty]

Licking his own lips, slowly pulling his arm back to him, "I'm afraid that's not a good enough reason."

[eversohandsome]

Bob looks like he's going to crack for a second, jaw tightening minutely before he's licking his own lips in retaliation.

There's a lot he's modest and humble about, but he's not an idiot. He knows he's lucky enough to have looks that most people find attractive. And his own lips seem to provide a big appeal.

[littlspecificty]

Arthur saw that look - and then those far-too-full lips being licked - and his arm goes back to his side as he slowly sprawls out more (meaning his legs spread a bit more apart) letting out a little breath while he does it.

[eversohandsome]

"Give me your hand?" Bob half-asks, half-demands, sure that this is a really bad idea considering this is taking far longer than he imagined. Once he starts he's going to find it very hard to stop, and even after they've eaten he knows they're going to have to wait to avoid indigestion.

[littlspecificty]

And, without warning, he pokes Bob in the cheek again.

[eversohandsome]

"Are you--" Bob starts but stops the second he gets poked in the cheek again. Once again he's too slow to make the most of it because he's actually laughing this time. This hadn't been a side of the other man he'd expected to see, but now that he can he'd like to see more of it. He just still wants to follow through on his other plan.

Finally giving in to his own desires enough to just touch the other man purposefully, Bob reaches out for Arthur, fingers gently closing into a fist at the open collar of his shirt. It's gentle but firm, the way he starts to pull at the material, making no secret of the fact he wants Arthur straddling his still fully-clothed hips.

[littlspecificty]

It was also surprising for Arthur, as this playful side of himself wasn't something that many managed to bring out very often. But Bob was... How curious that was.

As Bob tugs, Arthur, also surprisingly, relents and moves up to the other end of the couch where he does indeed end up straddling the other man's hips. And then, because he can, plops himself down on the other's lap, both arms resting on the other's shoulders and back of the couch.

The expression he gives Bob is a teasing, 'Better?'

[eversohandsome]

"Mmm," Bob agrees with a very distracted smile, hands automatically resting at the other man's hips. It's less about keeping him there and more about steadying himself, even if he is sitting down already.

But he doesn't stay still for long, hand reaching up to pull one of Arthur's arms from his shoulder, both hands closing around the other man's to extend an index finger which he then licks the very end of. He wants to tell Arthur this is what happens when you poke him in the cheek, but he's already sucked most of that finger into his mouth and doesn't think words are necessary.

[littlspecificty]

Arthur watches all of this with a smirk, liking the feel of Bob's hands on his hips, tone light, "You like my fingers?"

[eversohandsome]

Humming his agreement that he does, Bob's eyes don't leave Arthur's, even has he's doing a very accurate, very talented impression of a blow job. It's a line he knows he's going to cross any second if the pizza man doesn't hurry the fuck up with the food. And once certain things are set in motion he's not going to let either of them out of the vicinity of a bed.

[littlspecificty]

Arthur sees that eye contact, and, continuing with his boldness, leans forward and licks from the tip of Bob's nose all the way up to his forehead.

And then, curiosity getting the better of him, rubs his cheek along the other's shaved head (and finding it is a bit fuzzy like a peach).

[eversohandsome]

A low rumble of laughter at the attention paid to his head escapes his chest, and Bob's mouth goes slack around Arthur's finger, the entire digit sliding out as he wraps his arms back around the other man's slim waist.

"Having fun up there?"