[Right now Verstael was very much focused on results. He held back nothing, practically grinding the tips of his fingers against that lump inside of Wesker, fingers massaging in a short circular motion as he seemed determined to collect his sample by pure brute force if necessary. He didn't seek to prolong this - after all, he was still waiting himself, very patiently, his own cock deprived of attention as he concentrated everything on Wesker. In time it would be his turn, but even he could start getting restless.
And much like his fingers, he didn't hold back on force elsewhere, either. The bottom of his palm rubbed up against Wesker's sac. His other hand had a steely grip on his cock, pumping it with excess force. He was less enthused about sucking on the rubbery obstruction, but it didn't keep him from laying on the pressure, seemingly testing just how much he could squish his cock with the strength of his mouth. It was probably enough to make most people concerned about biting, as he kept his lips wrapped tightly around him and at the same time used his teeth to press them into him harder, carefully avoiding biting down. It was all about the lips and tongue and how much he could squeeze the cum right out of him.]
[Luckily for Verstael harsh and demanding with an edge of pain was precisely how Wesker preferred his pleasure. Sure, usually he was the one being forceful but he had no qualms with receiving some of the same. Between all the sensations he was arching up on the table, trying to press further into Verstael's mouth while simultaneously easing the pressure of the hand against his balls.
Which cause a little shift in how Verstael's fingers sat within him, tilted that pressure just so and he came undone in a moment. The hand on his shoulder shot up to blonde hair instead, dragging him further down his cock for a moment while he rode out his orgasm. The only sound he made was a soft grunt, breath rushing out before he could suck in another, breathing harsh and unsteady for the moment.
For one long moment he sat, suspended, before he finally slumped back against the table, both hands dropping to steady himself against the edge instead of holding so tightly to Verstael. ]
[A small, slightly startled 'mph' escaped him when Wesker pushed down on his head and he immediately braced his arm against Wesker's thighs to prevent himself from getting shoved down too much. Face shoving was exactly what he didn't want. But, given that Wesker was in the middle of cumming, he gave him a little leeway, though he still shot him a bit of a dirty look when he pulled himself back up.
But it was time to get back to business. Wesker was in no shape to collect the sample, so he rolled his shoulders a bit to loosen them up and stood, fingers sliding out of Wesker and letting go of him. Making sure he didn't get anything else on the inside of the condom, and also that he didn't tear it, he gently tugged it off as Wesker began to soften - shortly following up with the vial and pouring the contents inside. Certainly, they had plenty enough for a sample from that.
Sealing it, he started cleaning. Professionally getting his gloves off and wrapping them up, putting the vial away, and then getting a cloth and wetting it before coming back over.
And promptly wiping residue off of Wesker's cock. He wiped nonchalantly, as if he was cleaning off any old piston, wiping around and quickly cleaning him off.]
[He groaned softly when Verstael moved away from him, all the delightful warmth slipping away abruptly. A steadying breath, pale blue eyes slowly coming back into focus. By the time Verstael returned from putting the sample away, and with a wash cloth no less, Wesker had righted himself standing away from the table now, no sign of unsteadiness in his limbs regardless of their previous activities.]
As it stands there is no reason to continue.
[They have their sample, Verstael didn't take the opportunity to fuck him then and if he wanted to pull a technicality he could go redress and be done with this nonsense now. Damaging his relationship with the only man with a lab of any kind in the city would be a grave misstep. His lips pulled up in a smirk, a tiny softening of the sting of his words.
Indeed, the samples are taken care of, so we needn't let it impede our activities any longer.
[If Wesker thought he was getting away so quickly... Well, Verstael pressed his fingers slightly against him to lead him back to the table. He was hardly satisfied with a blowjob using a condom and definitely didn't plan to leave it there. He wouldn't take it all the way to attempting force, but he would certainly make his intentions clear.
He looked Wesker straight in the eye, though he had to look upwards, issuing a slight challenge.]
If you're going to do something you should be thorough. That was far from complete.
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Date: 2020-06-05 05:53 pm (UTC)And much like his fingers, he didn't hold back on force elsewhere, either. The bottom of his palm rubbed up against Wesker's sac. His other hand had a steely grip on his cock, pumping it with excess force. He was less enthused about sucking on the rubbery obstruction, but it didn't keep him from laying on the pressure, seemingly testing just how much he could squish his cock with the strength of his mouth. It was probably enough to make most people concerned about biting, as he kept his lips wrapped tightly around him and at the same time used his teeth to press them into him harder, carefully avoiding biting down. It was all about the lips and tongue and how much he could squeeze the cum right out of him.]
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Date: 2020-06-09 08:05 pm (UTC)Which cause a little shift in how Verstael's fingers sat within him, tilted that pressure just so and he came undone in a moment. The hand on his shoulder shot up to blonde hair instead, dragging him further down his cock for a moment while he rode out his orgasm. The only sound he made was a soft grunt, breath rushing out before he could suck in another, breathing harsh and unsteady for the moment.
For one long moment he sat, suspended, before he finally slumped back against the table, both hands dropping to steady himself against the edge instead of holding so tightly to Verstael. ]
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Date: 2020-06-09 08:42 pm (UTC)But it was time to get back to business. Wesker was in no shape to collect the sample, so he rolled his shoulders a bit to loosen them up and stood, fingers sliding out of Wesker and letting go of him. Making sure he didn't get anything else on the inside of the condom, and also that he didn't tear it, he gently tugged it off as Wesker began to soften - shortly following up with the vial and pouring the contents inside. Certainly, they had plenty enough for a sample from that.
Sealing it, he started cleaning. Professionally getting his gloves off and wrapping them up, putting the vial away, and then getting a cloth and wetting it before coming back over.
And promptly wiping residue off of Wesker's cock. He wiped nonchalantly, as if he was cleaning off any old piston, wiping around and quickly cleaning him off.]
I hope your refractory period is short.
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Date: 2020-06-12 05:28 am (UTC)As it stands there is no reason to continue.
[They have their sample, Verstael didn't take the opportunity to fuck him then and if he wanted to pull a technicality he could go redress and be done with this nonsense now. Damaging his relationship with the only man with a lab of any kind in the city would be a grave misstep. His lips pulled up in a smirk, a tiny softening of the sting of his words.
A jest, clearly.]
Short enough.
[The only reassurance Verstael would receive.]
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Date: 2020-06-12 05:38 am (UTC)[If Wesker thought he was getting away so quickly... Well, Verstael pressed his fingers slightly against him to lead him back to the table. He was hardly satisfied with a blowjob using a condom and definitely didn't plan to leave it there. He wouldn't take it all the way to attempting force, but he would certainly make his intentions clear.
He looked Wesker straight in the eye, though he had to look upwards, issuing a slight challenge.]
If you're going to do something you should be thorough. That was far from complete.