[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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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.]