[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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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.]