[for hellion_king] Work Lies Sex Love Fear Hate Friendship

[criminal_issues]

[ooc: Just a note to those who follow Devon. Delving briefly into New York Devon to see what is to come. Warnings for possible NSFW content. This is taking place tonight and Devon still works at Stark Industries. He's just making bad decisions.]

Comments

[hellion_king]

"Very important." Julian muttered, his lips traveling back down the older mans neck, his tongue licking across the adams apple gently. He let out a hot breath on the now moist spot, his hands now beneath the sweatshirt material as they gently ran up the others stomach and torso, his fingers brushing over every muscle and every curve of the others body as he bit down in to the crook of Devons neck softly.

[criminal_issues]

Devon let out a small cry of pleasure that was only audible if Julian tried his hardest to hear. It wasn't hard to get because hard to get would've meant saying no, pushing the other man away. But, he wasn't. He wasn't reciprocating yet but he wasn't pushing him away.

[hellion_king]

He didn't hear the pleasure filled cry, but he also didn't hear any words of protest such as 'No, stop please don't' so the telekinetic could only assume that for some reason Devon was being silent while enjoying this. Julian could only think that Devon was enjoying himself, and why wouldn't he be? Last time they had such a good time.

So Julian gently pushed Devon back against the couch so that the older mans legs were pressed against the back. He licked his own lips after pulling off the older mans neck and rolled his sweat shirt up, baring the skin for all to see. Julian held the shirt up, leaned and began to kiss the center of his chest, slowly drifting to the side before his tongue began to swirl around the nipple, nipping and sucking at it at just the right times.

[criminal_issues]

Devon didn't fight back. He gave in. It was at this specific point that he gave in. His hand came to the back of Julian's head and he tilted his head back a bit, leaned against the couch behind him.

"I'm cold, now," he managed, a small shiver passing through him now that he was without a shirt.

[hellion_king]

"We can go by the fire." Julian muttered, pulling the shirt up over Devons head and threw it to the side, his tender kisses continuing down the older mans body. His breath was warm against the sensitive flesh. "Or in to your bed." He dipped down low, following the happy trail down as he brushed his teeth against the softer flesh, tasting him with a stoke of his tongue up his body. Julian's eyes peeked up with a grin. "Or I could just get you hot."