[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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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.]