<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>White Briefs, White Shirt with Skull/Black Kittens, Jeans<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Residents of Room 8 (Thomas)<strong>Mentioned:</strong>None<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>No Warning<hr/><br/>He couldn't help but feel his skin flush at that admittance.  Had it actually felt as pleasurable for Thomas that night as it had been for him?  He was willing to go on the man's word, so he let it pass into a glow of soft arousal that started in his groin and radiated outward.  "Well," Devon started as he walked closer to the bed where Thomas now sat, risking a seat beside the man.  "To be honest, I have thought of it many times," he confessed.  "It was...my first time, if you didn't notice then, but I must have been lucky because it was not like the horror stories I hear from some of my friends," he said, hoping it wouldn't be taken in the wrong way.  Devon shifted slightly, the scent of the man heavy in the air now that he was so close.  He wanted to ask the burning question on his mind.  Would they be able to risk a second night like that?  Devon didn't try to ask.  Not yet.  He thought he might step around the issue first.  Beside that was the fact that he didn't know if Thomas was attached now.  A lot could have happened in a year.<br/><br/>"So, how is life?"  Devon asked.  "Did you bring anyone with you on this amazing vacation that the company has provided?"  He asked, hoping that would lead to the answer he sought.  He looked down at his hands which he cradled on his lap as he leaned forward.  Anything but to not stare at Thomas' handsome features.  He could avoid to look, but he couldn't avoid the tantalizing scent of Thomas' cologne mingled with his natural essence.  Devon hadn't realized how much he had been starved of intimacy until now.  He worked a lot, so taking time to actually take care of physical needs took a back seat.  They were one of those things that a person didn't notice until they needed them, and when they needed them, they were all too apparent.<br/><br/>He hadn't known he had done it, but as Thomas began to describe his answer to Devon's question, the younger man had leaned into Thomas.  The young man caught himself and pulled back.  "Oh...I'm sorry," he said, flushing a second time.  He mentally kicked himself.<em>You're acting like a horny school boy.</em>He berated in his mind before standing and moving to his own bed to sit and face Thomas, the features of the man's face returning him to that night a year ago.  How he wanted to feel the scratch of that facial stubble along his skin and those lips taking what they want from him.  It was a roughness he hadn't known before Thomas, and he yearned for it again.