<div class="floatleft">(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/5135613/740full-todd-finlay.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Thomas Malcolm<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee - Senior Copywriter<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>Aug. 1st, 12:00ish<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mansion, Floor 2, Room 8<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Some Water<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Resident of Room 8 (Devon)<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>There be sex here...<hr/>Mucles were taut and tense underneath the steady stream of warm water, his chest expanding and retrating as deep breaths were taken in harder and faster each time. His eyes opened to catch the erotic sight of Devon's head bobbing on his cock, only to stop and apply his skilled tongue along the shaft. Thomas' hands curls around the back of Devon's head, not wanting to take control, not wanting to stop the magic that the younger man was working on him. But he wanted to touch him, feel him, do more than just watch Devon's work, shiver inducing as it was. Jaw clenching and unclenching, Thomas' lips parted as he leaned his head back, gasping for breath as he felt Devon suckle on the sensitive sack, rising goosebumps all along his body.<br/><br/>"Oh... Devon," He whispered, breathless as he was. He wanted to growl. Roar. Pin him to the wall. Take him. Roughly. All day long too. Just the thought made his grip on Devon's hair tighten, making his muscles tense harder, his cock throb some more as he gently thrust his hips forward, pressing more than just the head into Devon's mouth. Not too far, but just enough to allow him to glide his head over the rough, wet skin of Devon's tongue.<br/><br/>"Fuck," He said, growling this time as he dragged his cock free of the man's lips and pulling Devon to his feet by the shoulders, a bit more roughly than would have been necessary, but... it was necessary, needed. He pinned the younger man to the wall again, kissing his roughly, reveling in the taste of his cock still on the younger man's tongue as his own invaded Devon's mouth for a long, hot minute, his shaft gliding teasingly up and down Devon's waist in a teasing grind.<br/><br/>But that didn't last. Thomas spun Devon around, and pushed him up against the wall again, a muscular arm wrapping around the man's lean waist as he gripped his cock, guiding it up between the man's legs, letting the head play a bit at the younger man's sack before trailing it up further still, sliiding it between Devon's cheeks, teasingly at first, but finally with purpose as he press the head of his cock to Devon's ass.