<div class="floatleft">(https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5645/30865839450_c5af5835c2_z.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Devon Allred<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee - Guest Services<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>Aug. 1st, 12:00pmish<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mansion, Floor 2, Room 8<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Water<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Residents of Room 8 (Thomas)<strong>Mentioned:</strong>None<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>MxM Sexy Time!<hr/><hr/><br/><em>Fuck</em>.  That growl.  He could remember it.  He remembered it the first time he heard it.  It sent butterflies through his stomach and up into his chest.  It was both faintly feral and extremely sexual all at once.  He'd never experienced someone do that in his presence or even touching him, but he knew the first time he heard it that it sent a rush of endorphins through him.  Devon could feel Thomas' hunger now that he was in his grip, and that growl was evidence of it as well.  He was hungry as well, and Thomas soon sated part of it.  Fingers threaded into his dark hair tightened, and Devon could only gasp softly at the little bit of power displayed.  It was not overt or rushed but rather sensual and full of need.<br/><br/>Devon went with the motion of the steps, first one then another and yet another.  He was slowly walked back until his skin pressed against the wall, a small hiss coming from his lips at the contact with the cold tile.  It was then quickly followed by a deep moan, his eyes locked on Thomas' face before the man leaned in to bite at his neck which sent a shudder through his form.  Thomas had found his own cock, playfully working it with his fingers mainly on the sensitive head.  Devon whimpered softly at the teasing touches to the sensitive head of his dick, but even in that moment while being subject to Thomas' whims, he couldn't help but continue to be playful.<br/><br/>"I wont if you wont," he moaned out, his hand working Thomas' dick a bit more, pumping and stroking, running a finger along a thick vein running down the shaft, and finally teasing fingers over the man's ample sack beneath.  He grabbed Thomas' tender balls, rubbing them gently for a moment before returning to the hard shaft above for a few more strokes.  He let his other hand slip to the man's chest, pushing playfully away until Thomas had leaned back.  Devon leaned in then and kissed the man once more, lips sucking on the tender flesh and tongue of the other man before pulling back.  "I want to taste you," he begged before lowering himself into a squatting position slowly, his eyes looking up at Thomas as he did.  He smiled cheekily as he licked his lips, his mouth opening wide as he took a long, leisurely lick from the base of Thomas' dick up to the head, lips slowly enveloping the spongy hard tip, but he never let his eyes leave Thomas' face.<br/>