<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>Comfortable dress shirt, white slacks, Loafers<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Resident of Room 8 (Devon)<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>More than a little<hr/>Devon tasted... distracting. Normally, the kind of distracting that would put Thomas off his best work, but he was on vacation. He could do with a little more distracting these days anyways. There was a silly little smile on his lips as he moved towards the bathroom, unbuttoning his shirt as he did so. A small part of him wanted Devon's eyes to be following him, watching him. A much larger part of him wanted more than the young man's eyes to be following him, but that was up to him. Thomas made a point of closing the door but not locking is as he pulled the shirt off over his shoulders, followed quickly by his pants and underwear, arranged haphazardly across the bathroom as he rolled his neck. That smile seemed to be permanent.<br/><br/>He slipped into the shower, turning the water on and adjusting it to suit his mood. Warm, but not scalding, just enough to feel like a hug in liquid form. No wait, was that coffee? Shower thoughts failed to distract him fully from thoughts of his roommate, and memories of the last time they had shared a room, allowing for a deep breath and the gentle capturing of his bottom lip between his teeth.<br/><br/>And he couldn't say that he was totally surprised when he heard the knob of the bathroom door turning. Followed by footsteps, followed by more clothes decorating the bathroom, and followed by the sound of the shower door opening slowly. Thomas didn't bother looking back. There was only one person it could be.<br/><br/>The touch of warm hands mingled with that of the water, gliding over the firm planes of his chest, and down lower, teasing at his lower stomach. So very very low, causing the beginnings of an immediate reaction lower still as a soft sigh escaped Thomas' lips at the touch from Devon's. The smile turned into a smirk as the younger man used his own words against him, and he turned around, one arm snaking around his supple waist, tugging the man closed to join in the shower's flow. The other curled up underneath his shoulders, fingers gripping the back of Devon's neck as he tilted Devon's head back and returned the kiss with one of his own, hungrily planted on his lips. No words were needed. Not yet, anyways.