<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/84/Corey-Pajamas.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Corey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15009035#msg15009035)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>23<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Straight<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>London, UK<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 July, 2019, Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen -> Bed<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pictured (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bd/NINTCHDBPICT000501887672.jpg)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Grace<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Grace, closed<br/><br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/>Looking over at Grace as he settled back to his side, Corey ‘harrumphed’.   “I always brush my teeth before getting into bed.  I tend to go right out of I am just…lying there.  Plus, I am not usually one who eats, food, in bed.”  He replied, going a good old shade old red at his own clarification of what he did and did not eat in bed.   “They were good treats though, every bit as advertised, so I could probably make do, once the sugar high wears off.”<br/><br/>Truth was, Corey didn't know what Grace was going to bring up to bed for food, and if he didnt eat he was now prepared for bed, and if he did eat, well he could always brush his teeth again.  Man with a plan, that was Corey.  As Grace leaned down to tug at his ridiculous pant leg, Corey half thought of a few wicked things to say in response, but bit his tongue on every one of the half formed phrases.  “Yeah, they got me good.  I suppose I could sleep in one of my shorts or swimming trunks, but then it would be weird to wear them later.  Plus, I didn’t really bring enough to take something out of rotation.  If it is any consolation, I did have some nice shorts packed for sleeping.”  Corey laughed.<br/><br/>At Grace’s reaction to his peeking at her phone, Corey was completely mixed between greatly amused and mortified.  “I didn’t mean their ACTUAL bits, you nutter!”  He laughed, his face as red as a tomato.  “I meant, texting naughty things.  Like  ‘James is a great kisser!’ or ‘Devon’s hair smells like coconuts’ or ‘Corey’s pajamas look like an anime schoolgirls dream’.  You know, that kind of thing.  As for the rest, I can assure, there will be no ‘bit pics’ going on those phones.  Whole world probably sees everything on them.”<br/><br/>When Grace leaned away for the bowl, Corey’s eyes<em>immediately</em>dipped down, as if they had been trained to, and he was just looking up from that brief glimpse of her rear when she offered the bowl.  “I’d most definitely love some.  Most.  Definitely.”  Picking up the fork left for him, Corey resigned himself to brushing his teeth again, and spearing a piece of chicken, he popped it into his mouth.  “Cor that’s good.”  Corey said around the bite.  “And oh yeah.  Possibly my favorite fruit of all.  Doesn’t help that it's big either, so you can usually get a good bit.”<br/><br/>Chewing away, Corey swallowed his bite before setting the fork back in the bowl.  After all, he’d eaten more treats than Grace, so it only seemed fair she got more of the dinner.  “Don’t tell me you are not a fan of pineapple!  There are some things that just can’t be tolerated!”  Corey laughed, leaning back and fluffing the pillows behind him so he was more upright.  “What IS your favorite tropical dish then, Miss Carter?  I imagine they can go out of their way to get it…” He continued, perhaps not too subtly asking for when date time came about.<br/>