<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>Some Water<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Resident of Room 8 (Devon)<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>There be sex here...<hr/>Thomas' eyes were hooded with pleasure as his fingers continued to caress and play with Devon's cock, fingers running up and down the shaft and pausing as his thumb pressed and rubbed playfully at the head. He let out of a long held back breath, inhaling again in a gasp as he felt Devon's hand beginning to work his own cock a bit more vigorously, pumping it in his hand. He was distracted and surprised when Devon leaned in for a kiss. His reaction was belayed, but there nonetheless as he leaned into the kiss hard enough to back the younger man into the wall again, hungrily tasting his lips.<br/><br/>Thomas sucked in a breath again as he watched Devon come down, breathing harder as his fingers lost their grip on the other man's cock but... not complaining overmuch.<br/><br/>"Oh... fuck yes," Thomas managed to growl as his fingers instinctively curled around the back of Devon's head. His hand didn't do anything though. No pushing, nothing hurried. His hips didn't thrust against Devon's lips, although the shaft jumped a bit as the rough, wet skin of Devon's tongue ran slowly over his cock, from base to tip. Devon's eyes were on him as he took the fat head between his lips, but Thomas needed a moment, closing his eyes, taking shaky breaths as he placed his free hand on the wall above Devon's head, just to keep himself balanced. Muscles over his torso, starting with the hard planes and down over his rippling abdomen, muscles tensed as shots of pleasure travelled up and down his spine, causing goosebumps to form over wet skin.<br/><br/>And he opened his eyes, a smile touching his lips.<br/><br/>"Fuck yes," He repeated, now answering Devon's question that he had been distractedly neglected until now, his eyes locking on Devon's.