<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/><br/>Thomas moaned needfully into the kiss, his hands running down Devon's back and curling around his hips, enjoying the feel of the man's body so close to his own once more. The moan turned into a displeased grunt when Devon pulled away from the kiss, forcing Thomas to open his eyes and watch what the other man was doing. And the displeasure quickly turned into something a bit more agreeable. Hard muscles pressed up against Devon's exploring hands, pressing himself into the man's touch as he closed his eyes once more, reveling in the kisses and nibbles that ran over his bare skin.<br/><br/>A gasp escaped his lips as Devon's own captured his sensitive nipple, sucking and teasing with his tongue and teeth, sensing a myriad of sensations up and down Thomas' body, rising goosebumps all over his body, accentuated as he felt Devon's hands travelling down his  shoulders, arms, and finally one trailing down to find the almost fully erect shaft between them.<br/><br/>A low growl, not of displeasure this time, escaped Thomas' lips as he felt Devon's fingers wrapping around his rigid member, making it ump lightly in his fingers with one stroke, then another. An almost feral grin touched Thomas' lips as his eyes locked with Devon's, his fingers still threaded in the man's short hair tightening their grip, as he watched for a few more pumps until he stepped into action. He stepped Devon back one step, then another, trying not to dislodge the other man's grip on him too much as he backed Devon into the wall, one hand still locked in Devon's hair while the other trailed teasingly over Devon's chest, taking its time over his stomach before returning the favor and finding Devon's cock with his hand. His grip was gentle, stroking slowly, letting his fingers and the palm of his hand take their turns caressing and stimulating the thick head as Thomas leaned in, biting playfully at Devon's neck before growling in his ear.<br/><br/>"Don't you dare stop."