<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>Not at the moment<hr/><br/>Some things just came naturally when it came to sex. The basics, the whole 'where to put it' issue was quickly and smoothly resolved. Or... should be anyways. But Devon had shown some skill in the stuff that didn't come naturally. The kissing, the stroking, squeezing and caressing just in the right places that drive him wild. He wouldn't have guessed that it was the young man's first time. Impressive, he thought to himself. Also, delicious. He found his mouth watering at the thought of one more long, hot and sweaty night, or day for that matter. The day was still young, after all.<br/><br/>Again... he had to rein himself back in. Hungry as he was for the taste of Devon's skin, Thomas didn't want to push the man too far, too fast. After all, Devon might be here with someone himself. He didn't want to make any kind of advances that might not be welcome.<br/><br/>"I'm... didn't bring anyone with me," He said softly, recognizing a gentle probe for what it was, running his fingers lightly over his jawline, a pensive motion, trying to keep his eyes from wandering... without much success. Especially as Devon came closer, sitting in front of him, matching his own gaze with those mesmerizing brown eyes. Thomas leaned in closer, a small smile forming on his features," How about you?"