<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/>Devon was ready.  Even if there had been no preparation, he was ready.  Despite the pain he might feel from the rough entrance Thomas would give him, he still felt ready.  The pain would be a small price to pay, and it was one Devon was willing to pay to experience the harsh power and strength from the older man again.  It was a roughness born of need and lust.  They were both feeding from one another in some sexual feedback loop.  The lips against his shoulder made him turn his head, eyes open to take in the motion of lips against his skin.  Hands upon him squeezed firmly, almost painfully, but he pressed against them even more so.<br/><br/>A long moan was replied by one of his own which turned into a hitch of breath and light squeal of delight at the jolt of pain that flowed through him from the bite.  "Sh-shit!"  Devon moaned as he felt his companion's hips press forward, but in another teasing outcome, Thomas' shaft seemed to miss its target and slide up the crevice of his ass with an additional grind at the end.  Devon whimpered at the teasing of it.  "Fuck...please, Thomas," he begged.  Skin showed goosebumps as the man's tongue traced the teeth impressions in his flesh, and his wish was slowly being answered, he hoped.<br/><br/>Devon felt the flared head press against his entrance, and he dropped his head down and tried to relax.  It speared him, and Devon gave a silent grimace to his face as the initial stab into him passed, and as the warm embrace of his entrance enveloped Thomas, he let out a contented moan.  It was a short reprieve before Thomas grasped him by the shoulder, his body bent slowly while hips moved forward still.  The hot flesh sank into him deeper, and Devon let his head roll back as a drawn out moan echoed in the small shower.  He wanted it all, ever inch, inside of him, and it seemed he may just get his desires met as Thomas pressed in with that slow, steady thrust into him.<br/><br/>The young man turned his head, finding Thomas' just over his shoulder.  He turned more, as much as he could even through the exertion to press his lips to the man's scruffy set for a quick kiss followed by an appreciative moan.  "Fuck me...please," he whispered out.