<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/>That name.  I remnant from a not so distant past, and it seemed that Thomas had had the same idea of keeping a cloak of anonymity.  The man he knew as Nathan was actually Thomas, and with this revelation came the need for Devon to unveil his own true name.  "I've been good," he said in a softer voice than he usually used.  "I'm Devon though.  I think we both thought using a fake name was a good idea that night," he said, smiling for the first time between them as he referenced their previous meeting.  "I didn't know you worked for Fhloston.  I had my suspicions, but now I know for sure.  We wont...get in trouble for..." He said, leaving the rest of that question unsaid.<br/><br/>Devon swallowed as he let his eyes trail over Thomas.  He hadn't changed in the year since that night, and the memories were surfacing all too quickly.  The scent of the man was refreshed through those memories as well as his touch and strength.  They'd begun against the wall, hands touching at every available spot each of them could manage.  Clothing gave way to warm flesh.  The scratch of stubble along smooth flesh was an oddly erotic feeling for Devon.  The touch of the man's hand on his ass, a squeeze of his fingers that left him moaning in want.  The young man was glad he had the pillow in front of him because his morning wood had turned into a full blown erection.<br/><br/>"So...I guess we're going to be sharing the room," he said, his eyes glancing to the other bed nearby.  Part of him hoped that Thomas wouldn't be sleeping in the other bed every night of the getaway.  He was already thinking of ways to get another taste of him.  It was a harmless thing, and it seemed neither man had qualms about sleeping around previously.  However, he didn't think it polite to broach that subject as soon as the man had arrived.  In fact, he should probably get dressed.  Devon slipped from the bed, holding the pillow as he moved.  He walked awkwardly towards a dresser where he had stashed his clothes, dropping the pillow as he turned away from Thomas.  "I'm sorry.  I should get dressed," he apologized before pulling a pair of straight fit jeans from the dresser.  He unbuttoned them and leaned over to pull one leg up and into them, his rear easily visible beneath the tight cotton of his briefs as he performed the quick maneuver to get into those jeans.  Once they were on and buttoned, he adjusted his groin before turning around to face the man.  He moved to the wall, flicking the switch to illuminate the room with the overhead lighting.  Devon's eyes adjusted to focus better on the details of Thomas' face and form.<br/><br/>"I'm surprised you remember me, honestly," he confessed.