if you bring some actual warheads for me to gargle after your dick and a capri sun, 48 hours is doable but probs not in my room i have a room at the club??? pick between that and urs???
i guess i should theoretically also ask ur name at some point
No having them in your mouth at the same time as my dick and you have a deal. Why, do you have a jealous lover? I'm not fucking with any more jealous lovers. Mine is fine. Just got here, so not much to take up space.
[He snorts out loud at himself, and heads on over in grey sweats, socks and slides and a beautiful t-shirt. If you wanted better dressed you should've agreed to meet him at the club. Knock knoooock.]
[At 5'8" in comparison, Devon's used to looking up at people. So he doesn't gawk but he does have to tilt his head back and give a nonchalant little shrug. His hands are in his pockets and he waits to be let into the room, after which he will look around with the curiosity of a ferret on the loose.]
It's the good kind of lethal. Ass too bomb, y'know? How new here are you 'cause I know you're new, I'd remember... you.
[corry takes a step back, leaves the door open so devon can stroll into the room – which is very newly occupied, rumpled bed and a few scattered clothing items the only sign that someone is even staying here. he turns, scooping up said clothes, letting devon see the expanse of his back – more rippling muscles, more dark ink, swirls and patterns mostly, some geometric, others more delicate.]
Mmm, about a week? Ten days? [he seems remarkably calm, tossing the clothes in the general direction of the closet, then turning back to grin at devon.] Yeah? I make an impression, that what you’re saying?
[crossing back towards devon, slow, measured pace, hips shifting, the smirk still on his face.] How bout you? Know enough about this place to show me the ropes?
[Where Corry is calm and casual, Devon is relaxed and... attentive. He eyes Corry up thoughtfully, most definitely thinking of all the ways to climb him like a tree. He does not bow away from a challenge, so he just cranes his head back to look up at him and puts his hands on his hips. Man, it'd be easy just to kneel...]
About nine months? Full of weird countryside communes, murders, fucked up false memories and someone burning the house down at least once.
[Soft snort.]
I know where all the good coke is, how to find the bodega room, when the best time to hit the sex club is and I'll give you the full pamphlet on my work hours at Hex Club. That enough ropes or would you like a physical one? 'Cause I'm into that if you are.
[there’s a soft huff of a laugh, then one big hand reaches out, fingertips hooking into the elastic waist of devon’s shorts, tugging forward firmly, insistent. closer, please.]
Only once? That’s not a bad average. Your basic boarding school gets ten times that much in a semester, I hear, and they don’t have a sex club. [the murders and communes and false memories all get filed away, because – well, corry can only handle so much.
and devon is closer now, warm and pliant and comfortably tugged so he’s chest-to-chest (or, rather, stomach to chest, the height difference significant), and corry’s big hands are sliding down his back, slow, assessing.]
Not on the first date, darling. I have to maintain some mystique. [but, so devon doesn’t get the wrong idea –] Top ten kinks makes good pillow talk, I hear. [ducking, nuzzling against devon’s temple, breathing in deep.] I’ll even go alphabetically. Assplay, Bondage, Cucking…
Oh, a great deal of fire there too. And a secret sex club if you really look, too.
[Said the kid who burnt his down, actually. Devon is easily walked forward, one hand brought up to brace against Corry's ribs. He's quite comfortable with this, and caresses his fingers down Corry's side, softly snorting because the humor makes it fun, too. He looks up, brows raised.]
Dildos, exhibitionism... fffrotting?
[Is other hand is down, groping at Corry's cock through the fabric.]
[a lie, but an effortless one, corry's hands traveling down to devon's ass, both of them gripping proprietarily, possessively at the perk of it, fingers kneading.] Gags, obviously...hypnotism? [a vague shrug, waving a hand in a so-so motion.
then it's back on devon's ass, quick, the smack dulled by the fabric, but the grip tight enough to make up for it. corry's big, thick, half-hard -- the picture wasn't an exaggeration.] Impact play.
[Sorry, he grins because he likes that - feels himself up on his toes.]
J for, jerkin' it - I dunno. Fuck.
[Devon's laughing, letting go of Corry to hook both his thumbs in the back of his shirt collar and pull it off overhead. If Corry gets to be shirtless, so does Devon - even if his figure is serving twink instead of beefcake. Then he's got one hand back on Corry's dick, the other pushing down his sweats a little farther to reveal his lower hips.]
[corry's grin turns darker, keeps his grip firm until devon shifts back to take his shirt off -- then he's dragging his hands up along the younger man's bare back, feeling the curve of it, the divot of his spine, the muscle of his shoulders.] Mmmmouth. [eyes on just that, ducking down, aiming for devon's lips, settling for the corner of his mouth, distracted by slipping a hand down to feel at devon's pecs, thumbing over a nipple.]
Nipple. [obviously. stepping back towards the bed, letting his sweatpants slide lower, reveal the thickening base of his cock.] Orgasm denial. [sitting on the edge of the bed, flicking his eyes down, towards the plush carpet.] Or "on your knees".
[one hand moves, stroking over the thick shape of corry's cock, hardening slowly, grey fabric dampening over the head.] There's a twofer for you.
[Devon's smile turns wolfish and he likes this - likes being the center of attention, likes feeling the appraising glance of someone else. Likes making them really focus on him however he needs to - notably with his body. He has goosebumps down his back and a wet lower lip, tongue swiping back over it after Corry's perched himself on the bed.
He steps forward to follow, absently grazing his palm over his own chest, feeling the ghost of Corry's hand across his now hardened nipple. Inside the V of Corry's legs, perhaps Obeying instruction, he starts to sink - kneeling there with a hand on either of Corry's legs, head tipped back to look up.]
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but probs not in my room
i have a room at the club???
pick between that and urs???
i guess i should theoretically also ask ur name at some point
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Why, do you have a jealous lover? I'm not fucking with any more jealous lovers.
Mine is fine. Just got here, so not much to take up space.
Corry Molloy. Yours?
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i mean i have a gf but we're poly
but acts of debauchery infront of lizardbeth (my lizard) can't go on too long for her virgin lizard eyes
plus i dont wanna clean the floor tbh
i'll come 2 u then
devon rex
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My regards to Ms. Beth, Lizard.
You come to me.
[sends his location, then --] Devon Rex, hole provider. Bet that looks nice on the business card.
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and im cumming
[He snorts out loud at himself, and heads on over in grey sweats, socks and slides and a beautiful t-shirt. If you wanted better dressed you should've agreed to meet him at the club. Knock knoooock.]
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"Lethal" hole, huh? [soft, deep baritone, a hint of a midwestern drawl.] Making me nervous here, babe.
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It's the good kind of lethal. Ass too bomb, y'know? How new here are you 'cause I know you're new, I'd remember... you.
[Gesturing at the muscle.]
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Mmm, about a week? Ten days? [he seems remarkably calm, tossing the clothes in the general direction of the closet, then turning back to grin at devon.] Yeah? I make an impression, that what you’re saying?
[crossing back towards devon, slow, measured pace, hips shifting, the smirk still on his face.] How bout you? Know enough about this place to show me the ropes?
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About nine months? Full of weird countryside communes, murders, fucked up false memories and someone burning the house down at least once.
[Soft snort.]
I know where all the good coke is, how to find the bodega room, when the best time to hit the sex club is and I'll give you the full pamphlet on my work hours at Hex Club. That enough ropes or would you like a physical one? 'Cause I'm into that if you are.
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Only once? That’s not a bad average. Your basic boarding school gets ten times that much in a semester, I hear, and they don’t have a sex club. [the murders and communes and false memories all get filed away, because – well, corry can only handle so much.
and devon is closer now, warm and pliant and comfortably tugged so he’s chest-to-chest (or, rather, stomach to chest, the height difference significant), and corry’s big hands are sliding down his back, slow, assessing.]
Not on the first date, darling. I have to maintain some mystique. [but, so devon doesn’t get the wrong idea –] Top ten kinks makes good pillow talk, I hear. [ducking, nuzzling against devon’s temple, breathing in deep.] I’ll even go alphabetically. Assplay, Bondage, Cucking…
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[Said the kid who burnt his down, actually. Devon is easily walked forward, one hand brought up to brace against Corry's ribs. He's quite comfortable with this, and caresses his fingers down Corry's side, softly snorting because the humor makes it fun, too. He looks up, brows raised.]
Dildos, exhibitionism... fffrotting?
[Is other hand is down, groping at Corry's cock through the fabric.]
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[a lie, but an effortless one, corry's hands traveling down to devon's ass, both of them gripping proprietarily, possessively at the perk of it, fingers kneading.] Gags, obviously...hypnotism? [a vague shrug, waving a hand in a so-so motion.
then it's back on devon's ass, quick, the smack dulled by the fabric, but the grip tight enough to make up for it. corry's big, thick, half-hard -- the picture wasn't an exaggeration.] Impact play.
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[Sorry, he grins because he likes that - feels himself up on his toes.]
J for, jerkin' it - I dunno. Fuck.
[Devon's laughing, letting go of Corry to hook both his thumbs in the back of his shirt collar and pull it off overhead. If Corry gets to be shirtless, so does Devon - even if his figure is serving twink instead of beefcake. Then he's got one hand back on Corry's dick, the other pushing down his sweats a little farther to reveal his lower hips.]
K's for knifeplay though. L for leather and lace.
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Nipple. [obviously. stepping back towards the bed, letting his sweatpants slide lower, reveal the thickening base of his cock.] Orgasm denial. [sitting on the edge of the bed, flicking his eyes down, towards the plush carpet.] Or "on your knees".
[one hand moves, stroking over the thick shape of corry's cock, hardening slowly, grey fabric dampening over the head.] There's a twofer for you.
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He steps forward to follow, absently grazing his palm over his own chest, feeling the ghost of Corry's hand across his now hardened nipple. Inside the V of Corry's legs, perhaps Obeying instruction, he starts to sink - kneeling there with a hand on either of Corry's legs, head tipped back to look up.]
... Please?
[His brows quirk.]