[The smirk is interrupted by a low chuckle that hitches embarrassingly high at the contrast of cool metal against his flushed chest.]
I, admittedly, did not expect you to be quite so thorough about it.
[Verstael hovered over him and Wesker's hands slid up under his shirt, warm fingers skimming over his skin. He makes a point of flicking a nail against one of the other man's nipples in retaliation. Nothing compared to the pinch of metal that shifts and pulls with every breath but it is something, playful and teasing almost.
He's not one to surrender but without the additional vulnerability of being wounded and something of a test subject himself he's much more at ease. The build of tension now is something far more pleasurable than where they had threatened to be heading.]
I have excellent taste. You, at least, can hold a conversation. More than I can say for most.
[Which was not the only skill his tongue had. All the more frustrating that he couldn't convince the smaller man to put those skills to work elsewhere.]
I'm sure you will find I'm thorough in most things. And I'll find a way to improvise when necessary.
['Titillating'. That was the appropriate word for it. The hard nailed whipped across a bundle of nerves and his chest tightened momentarily in reflex. It didn't matter how thoroughly one knew a biology book, nor the way the brain reacted. The natural sensations were all still very much there and still very much working. He could feel the pressure of his own pants increase as a hand grazed over his chest.
Perhaps Wesker would receive his wish in some manner. No nipple would be left unscathed as he dipped back down to press his lips against the other one, quickly following with the sharp heat of his tongue. His lips pressed into him, forming a tight circle and he sucked, forcibly drawing out the little nub, tongue grazing over it, before his teeth lightly wrapped around it. Pinching slightly, controlled, a small tug on the delicate area.]
[Though, perhaps, with the way he seemed to be content mauling Wesker's chest, he did have something of an oral fixation.]
How very- resourceful.
[There's a soft growl in his throat, frustration at the way his voice betrays him, unable to maintain the even cadence he wanted to. Suction earned a deeply satisfied groan but teeth brought him up off the table slightly, following the tug on sensitive flesh.
Wesker's hands pulled impatiently at that impossibly soft material, bunching it up under Verstael's arms so he could have more access to the other man's body. Fingers slid over pale skin, the rougher movements of tongue and teeth earn scratches or the hard, bruising press of powerful fingers. Even if he cared Wesker would not have know how to truly check his newfound strength. Convenient, then, that he didn't give a damn if he hurt Verstael.]
Off with it.
[Clipped again, not because of irritation this time but because he couldn't trust his breathing to remain stable long. One hand tugged at Verstael's shirt, the dragging nails up over his ribs.]
[As he pulled up the whiskers on his chin lightly scraped over Wesker's chest.]
Who is demanding now?
[Amused, he grinned broadly.
He pulled himself up farther and sat up, straddling Wesker's lap before pulling up the shirt. It came off easily, revealing quite the opposite of Wesker - he had his fair share of troubles in life, but not ones that had left particular marks on his body.
The shirt he folded with a few deft movements and set to the side. He wasn't an athlete by any means, but he still maintained a lean figure through work. The size difference, however, was massive. Likely two of him could fit into one of Wesker. The large hands easily pressed harshly into his skin, leaving some temporary marks in their wake.
Not that is stopped him any.]
I suppose we should get to it.
[What he was talking about became all the more obvious as he unfastened his own pants, slipping off the table temporarily in order to slide them off. Those he neatly folded and set to the side again, in such a quick fashion that it was obvious it was automatic for him. And then he reached for that convenient condom, tearing open the small package and promptly unrolling it... onto himself.]
[Verstael slides off the table and Wesker is quick to push himself upright once more, not content to sit back and wait for the other man to come to him, not by a long shot. He was so small and pale, delicate really, all he wanted to do was rough him up, leave marks and- As he sat up the weight of that clamp on his chest got a sharp inhale, eyes widening slightly. It left him startled and off balance enough that he didn't have time to make any move to actually stop the other man from doing something foolish. Like that.
He scowls at the other man, moving off the table himself. ]
Presumptuous aren't you?
[Wesker advances on him, using his full height, now matched with a broadness he's unused to. His head is still a little wobbly but he'd be damned if he showed it now, not with that clear indication of how Verstael seemed to think this was going to play out. As he gets closer he reaches out to grasp Verstael's jaw, tipping his head back, not unlike what he had done earlier.]
What makes you think I have any intention of surrendering to you?
[In response to Wesker's hand on his jaw he reached up, placing his free hand on Wesker's cheek, not completely giving up control and not backing away from the kiss in the least bit. No, he stayed firmly planted in place like a tree rooted to the ground.
He answered with a devilish smirk up at him.]
One hardly need call it 'surrender' when agreeing to favorable terms.
[His hand trailed down his chest, finger stroking the rim of that clamp.]
Perhaps we can study how many times you can orgasm before giving in to exhaustion.
[He wasn't completely crazy. Verstael knew he was no marathon runner, but he could find plenty of ways to continue stimulating Wesker.]
Then you'll have no problems reversing your plans, will you?
[He answers that smirk in kind and once again their locked in a quiet challenge, one will against the other, stubborn and proud in their own ways. It's... exciting, in a way. No one ever challenged him in this. Other things, sometimes, in the work William had no problem countering his ideas. But in- well, it's hardly accurate to say the bedroom but physical intimacy had always been completely on his terms.
That latter idea gets a cocked brow, though, curiosity more than dismissal.]
A test of stamina, you mean? [A thoughtful pause, catching Verstael's wrist again but this time holding him in place, breath shuddering out under that touch.] That... could be arranged.
[Wrist caught, he didn't pull against it. After all, his hand was still in place lightly graze the top of his captured nipple, moving it gently inside the clamp with the tip of his finger. His gaze didn't drop, and instead of moving away he moved further in, the length of his body slowly coming into more contact with Wesker's.
And he still had that condom in his other hand. It trailed down Wesker's side and found it's way down the small of his back and to his impressively tight rear end, before clamping down and pulling Wesker forward, pressing him more into Verstael. The small bit of rubber could still be felt in his grasp against him even as he pressed his hips further into him. The size difference meant their groins weren't quite even with each other, but even so he could manage to press the length of his cock into Wesker's.]
You came to my lab prepared. I'd hate to be a disappointing host and make you do the work.
[Verstael doesn't have to put much effort into pulling Wesker in against him. He goes, eagerly, hating how easily his body responds to the arrogant man. The firm grasp on his ass, the press of heated flesh, clever fingers at his chest.]
I'm always prepared.
[He could fight this, could argue, but it clearly would put Verstael at ease, stop delaying things further, allow them to get back to work. Perhaps he could use this as leverage over the other man as well, coax him into ignoring any slips or giving him more materials in exchange for opportunities like this one.
Physical contact was the currency here, after all, and it was the only resource he had readily available.]
We'll be revisiting that conversation. [A grudging sigh but it didn't stop him from pressing tighter to Verstael, rocking his hips against the smaller man, groaning at the promise of yet more friction.] Next time.
[At the very least, they should be earning quite a bit of money over the next few hours. He gazed up at Wesker with the smuggest triumphant look, but it was shortly followed by a groan in response to the heat and friction against him.
But he needed to pull away for a moment so that he could properly wrap himself in the condom, being fairly quick about getting that part over with. More importantly, he followed it with grabbing a fresh pair of thin gloves that he was willing to dispose of, and he got back to that little tube of lube, placing it on two of his fingers as he coaxed Wesker back to the table to lie him on his back.]
[He couldn't decide what would be worse, lying back and letting Verstael prep him. If not submissive at least compliant, still, nothing to do but wait for whatever he planned to do. Or bending over the table to offer easier access, not to mention less complicated with their height differences, but then to also give up his ability to do positively anything to encourage the bastard to get on with it.
He resists for another moment, stealing one more kiss, buying himself time to think, to decide. Verstael was shorter, laid back on the table would mean he'd need to be at the very edge. Nowhere to put his feet, to brace his legs, nothing to do but... hold onto the man himself.
The very idea of that kind of helplessness made his skin crawl.
So, as Verstael urged him back he shifted, turned in the other man's hold to take those last two steps to the table, laying over it and hissing out a breath when the cool metal touched heated skin and the increasingly painful point of that one captured nipple.]
[Verstael had very different goals than Wesker when it came down to it. There was the obvious goal - a semen sample. But, beyond that, he had no particular desire to cause pain or humiliation in general. No, he preferred to dominate by drowning his mate in pleasurable sensations and watching them writhe.
So a less-than-enthusiastic reaction didn't please him so much. It certainly didn't mean he was deciding to switch roles, but methodology? Perhaps. He hand brushed over Wesker's rear up to his lower back as Verstael leaned over him, slightly to his side.]
[Every single thing he has done for nearly his entire life has been calculated to be the most efficient use of resources possible for his advancement. The fact that he looked at the staff that worked in his facility as just another resource to be used at his leisure made it easy to take what he wanted, what he needed, and move on. Perhaps things would have been different, could have been different with someone that he considered a peer and not an object.
Perhaps they already were.
He didn't care for being bent over the table like some sort of animal in heat but it was better than the alternative... wasn't it? Wesker remained as he was for a moment, considering his options once more, looking back over his shoulder at Verstael, hating the fact that sweat and exertion were already working against the gel in his hair, fine strands of it beginning to come loose. Finally, he turned not quite onto his back but mostly facing the smaller man, brow cocked, all challenging defiance as if that alone would soothe his pride.]
[Even for someone who generally might have overlooked the feelings of others, he still calculated certain facts just as he had with Will. Wesker liked to be in control and he was afraid of bondage. He had many marks on his body and was quite prone to aggressive mannerisms. He could imagine that surprises hadn't gone well for Wesker in his past.
But Verstael was different. He didn't intend to hand control back, but he did intend to have him melt like butter. Physical stimulation until ejaculation was easy. Making Wesker daydream about their encounter for months to come was an achievement.
Resting a hand on the half-turned thigh, he squeezed the other between Wesker's thighs to cup it around Wesker's balls, some lubricant rubbing off on the way as he squished it through, two slippery fingertips pressing slightly into his perineum as the rest of his hand wrapped around his sac.
Dipping down, he wrapped his lips around Wesker's bulbous head without hesitation, trapping him in a sudden wet heat with fingers tickling just above his entrance. He sucked hard, smashing Wesker's tip against the roof of his mouth using his tongue to make him more receptive - whether he was able to think clearly about it or not.]
[Surprises could not be planned for. Surprises, in fact, often derailed his own carefully laid plans, William made sure of that at least weekly. The unknown was one thing but surprises, events that gave anyone else control over his situation, the control to impact his life and his plans... well not good didn't even begin to touch that.
Had he known Verstael had such lofty goals he'd have told him well before any of this began that he was mad.
But then... he hadn't expected to find the man so eager after insisting that he would not be giving Wesker access to his mouth. As soon as that heat surrounded him he grunted, hands slamming into Verstael's hair, breath pushed from his lungs in a rush that left him weak kneed and leaning back against the table. When he finally remembered how to breathe it was still sucked in through grit teeth.]
Oh... that's better.
[Whether it was praise for finding such a delightful distraction or just finally surrendering to it was unclear. Wesker at least had the presence of mind, especially with the hard press against the roof of his mouth, to not quite try to force Verstael to take more than he was ready to.... at least not yet.]
[He glanced up, fingers dipping down to tease at Wesker's entrance, smoothing the lube around.]
Indeed. You appear to be quite fond of that.
[He answered in a low, smug purr.
He'd gotten a reaction from Wesker for sure. His fingers flexed around Wesker's sac, kneading it gently as he experimentally dipped the tip of his fingers inside of him.
Now that Wesker was better against the table, he slipped his other hand around the based of his cock, emphasizing his words with some firm but small strokes to the base.]
You need only relax and you will enjoy this thoroughly.
Give me a little more time and I'll show you exactly what I'm fond of.
[His voice, now, has gone low and breathy, tiny hitches with each shift of fingers around him, inside him. He instinctively wanted to tense up, to fight against those searching fingers. The next breath he managed came out between clenched teeth and he forced himself to relax, to lean back a little more, one elbow on the table so he wasn't trying to balance quite so much.
Too much talking, not enough sucking.
The hand that was still in Verstael's hair tightened, tried to guide him back to where he belonged he had been before he started fucking talking again.]
[The next sound that comes out of him is nearly a growl, frustrated, teeth bared for a fleeting moment, something feral that he quickly and neatly tucks back away under the surface. It's apparently agreeable enough for now because he does let his hand fall from Verstael's head to his shoulder. Not to be able to push him around necessarily but to have something to dig his fingers into, as though having a firm grasp on something will make up for the way his control is strained.]
Fine. [An impatient snarl but compliance nonetheless.]
[He didn't mind pleasing him, but the last thing he was interested in was having his head shoved around. When Wesker moved his hand, he dipped back down, engulfing Wesker in a sauna and massage combo. As his lips wrapped around him again, his fingers pushed further inside in sync, taking advantage of the abrupt return of sensations to dip in. The more he could get Wesker to give in willingly, the better.]
[Even making that acquiescence it's still so very hard for him not to just turn around and shove his hand back into Verstael's hair the moment he sinks his mouth down around him once more. He grits his teeth, swallowing down a curse, head thrown back for a moment. Hips jerk forward but he's balanced precariously enough against the edge of the table, no real purchase to be found for his feet, that it's hardly effective.
Giving in is the hardest part, though. He doesn't want to. He wants to remain in control, to take his pleasure at his own pace and preference. He wants to use the other man. Cold and undiplomatic but true, nonetheless. Especially here where he had no real power the idea of giving over what little he did have was... unpleasant.
Hell if the sensations weren't trying their damnedest to drown out his logic and domineering tendencies, though... and he knew it would only get harder to keep his head the more Verstael worked him over, dammit all.]
[Verstael deserved to be canonized a saint for all the patience he was showing. He restrained himself from acting on animalistic urges, instead focusing on Wesker. After all, he knew that if he was going to exhaust the other man it wouldn't be through sheer physical stamina. He would need to tire Wesker some before he even began. At least one orgasm. Maybe two. He'd have to judge as he went...
He curled his fingers slightly, looking for the soft, smooth bulb inside of him. At the same time, he began slowly stroking his other hand up and down Wesker's cock, from the base to Verstael's lips and then back again, all while he relentlessly wrestled the engorged head with his tongue. He held back little as his tongue slid through the crease, then flattened against the tip to press it against the roof of his mouth once more, jamming it between the two.]
[Verstael certainly had high expectations, didn't he?
Though, those were, perhaps, understandable when it became clear just how determined he was to thoroughly work Wesker over. He hadn't expected the smaller man to be so vehement once he got going. Both hands working on him in opposite ways, the heat of his mouth, the hard pressure of his tongue. Wesker's breathing was coming quicker, each exhale forced out with a soft groan he couldn't quite stifle.
At least until Verstael found the place he was looking for. The shock of pleasure startled a sound out of him, not quite a yell but only because he snapped his mouth shut, swallowing it down and growling through clenched teeth at his own waning control. The hand on Verstael's shoulder gripped harder, nails digging crescents into pale flesh, but the way he jerked made him waver on the table just enough to yank his hand back, gripping the edge of it hard.
A momentary hesitation... and then he let himself shift back a little further, beginning to slide more fully into Verstael's hold on him until he was able to draw one leg up enough to hook his heel on the edge of the table. Less comfortable but more stable and now that left his legs splayed wide for the other man.]
[Pressure disappeared for a brief moment as he raised his head.]
Are you able to reach a vial?
[After all, they still had work to do.
His shoulder ached slightly as Wesker dug into it. His strength surpassed Verstael's by quite a bit, so leaving a mark was rather easy to do. But, even as he thought bruising would likely be left behind, he ignored the dull pain and instead pushed up inside of Wesker, applying an intense amount of pressure to a part he well knew would be sensitive.
But he let than wane for a moment, slowly his movements a bit to allow Wesker a moment of clarity so he could grab a vial. How in control they would be to collect the results... Well, that remained to be seen.
While waiting he ran his tongue up the underside of Wesker's cock, the pressure not as fierce as before but the tickle of the whiskers on his chain quickly followed after.]
[He's certainly not collapsed in wanton abandon but he's definitely losing his composure. Then Verstael's mouth moves away and his hand immediately lifts, reaching for the blond- stopping himself just shy of grabbing his hair and slamming him back down on his cock. He can't even really be mad, they do have work to do.
But... attempting to collect samples in the middle of things sounded like a terrible kill joy. Still, Wesker reached out to drag a few of the vials closer, somewhere Verstael would be able to reach them as well. And after that his lab coat was also dragged over, half dangling off the table in his rush, hips trying to rock back against those slender fingers before long.]
We can simply... collect with the other condom.
[Not that he wanted to give up the sensation of Verstael's lips on him directly but it would be far easier to just squeeze the contents of the condom into a vial after the fact. That was, honestly, what he'd originally intended but Verstael had been so eager to get one on himself... no sense in wasting it.]
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Date: 2020-05-20 08:54 pm (UTC)I, admittedly, did not expect you to be quite so thorough about it.
[Verstael hovered over him and Wesker's hands slid up under his shirt, warm fingers skimming over his skin. He makes a point of flicking a nail against one of the other man's nipples in retaliation. Nothing compared to the pinch of metal that shifts and pulls with every breath but it is something, playful and teasing almost.
He's not one to surrender but without the additional vulnerability of being wounded and something of a test subject himself he's much more at ease. The build of tension now is something far more pleasurable than where they had threatened to be heading.]
I have excellent taste. You, at least, can hold a conversation. More than I can say for most.
[Which was not the only skill his tongue had. All the more frustrating that he couldn't convince the smaller man to put those skills to work elsewhere.]
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Date: 2020-05-20 11:31 pm (UTC)['Titillating'. That was the appropriate word for it. The hard nailed whipped across a bundle of nerves and his chest tightened momentarily in reflex. It didn't matter how thoroughly one knew a biology book, nor the way the brain reacted. The natural sensations were all still very much there and still very much working. He could feel the pressure of his own pants increase as a hand grazed over his chest.
Perhaps Wesker would receive his wish in some manner. No nipple would be left unscathed as he dipped back down to press his lips against the other one, quickly following with the sharp heat of his tongue. His lips pressed into him, forming a tight circle and he sucked, forcibly drawing out the little nub, tongue grazing over it, before his teeth lightly wrapped around it. Pinching slightly, controlled, a small tug on the delicate area.]
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Date: 2020-05-21 04:56 am (UTC)How very- resourceful.
[There's a soft growl in his throat, frustration at the way his voice betrays him, unable to maintain the even cadence he wanted to. Suction earned a deeply satisfied groan but teeth brought him up off the table slightly, following the tug on sensitive flesh.
Wesker's hands pulled impatiently at that impossibly soft material, bunching it up under Verstael's arms so he could have more access to the other man's body. Fingers slid over pale skin, the rougher movements of tongue and teeth earn scratches or the hard, bruising press of powerful fingers. Even if he cared Wesker would not have know how to truly check his newfound strength. Convenient, then, that he didn't give a damn if he hurt Verstael.]
Off with it.
[Clipped again, not because of irritation this time but because he couldn't trust his breathing to remain stable long. One hand tugged at Verstael's shirt, the dragging nails up over his ribs.]
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Date: 2020-05-21 05:52 am (UTC)Who is demanding now?
[Amused, he grinned broadly.
He pulled himself up farther and sat up, straddling Wesker's lap before pulling up the shirt. It came off easily, revealing quite the opposite of Wesker - he had his fair share of troubles in life, but not ones that had left particular marks on his body.
The shirt he folded with a few deft movements and set to the side. He wasn't an athlete by any means, but he still maintained a lean figure through work. The size difference, however, was massive. Likely two of him could fit into one of Wesker. The large hands easily pressed harshly into his skin, leaving some temporary marks in their wake.
Not that is stopped him any.]
I suppose we should get to it.
[What he was talking about became all the more obvious as he unfastened his own pants, slipping off the table temporarily in order to slide them off. Those he neatly folded and set to the side again, in such a quick fashion that it was obvious it was automatic for him. And then he reached for that convenient condom, tearing open the small package and promptly unrolling it... onto himself.]
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Date: 2020-05-22 09:32 pm (UTC)He scowls at the other man, moving off the table himself. ]
Presumptuous aren't you?
[Wesker advances on him, using his full height, now matched with a broadness he's unused to. His head is still a little wobbly but he'd be damned if he showed it now, not with that clear indication of how Verstael seemed to think this was going to play out. As he gets closer he reaches out to grasp Verstael's jaw, tipping his head back, not unlike what he had done earlier.]
What makes you think I have any intention of surrendering to you?
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Date: 2020-05-23 12:58 am (UTC)He answered with a devilish smirk up at him.]
One hardly need call it 'surrender' when agreeing to favorable terms.
[His hand trailed down his chest, finger stroking the rim of that clamp.]
Perhaps we can study how many times you can orgasm before giving in to exhaustion.
[He wasn't completely crazy. Verstael knew he was no marathon runner, but he could find plenty of ways to continue stimulating Wesker.]
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Date: 2020-05-23 05:36 pm (UTC)[He answers that smirk in kind and once again their locked in a quiet challenge, one will against the other, stubborn and proud in their own ways. It's... exciting, in a way. No one ever challenged him in this. Other things, sometimes, in the work William had no problem countering his ideas. But in- well, it's hardly accurate to say the bedroom but physical intimacy had always been completely on his terms.
That latter idea gets a cocked brow, though, curiosity more than dismissal.]
A test of stamina, you mean? [A thoughtful pause, catching Verstael's wrist again but this time holding him in place, breath shuddering out under that touch.] That... could be arranged.
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Date: 2020-05-23 10:34 pm (UTC)[Wrist caught, he didn't pull against it. After all, his hand was still in place lightly graze the top of his captured nipple, moving it gently inside the clamp with the tip of his finger. His gaze didn't drop, and instead of moving away he moved further in, the length of his body slowly coming into more contact with Wesker's.
And he still had that condom in his other hand. It trailed down Wesker's side and found it's way down the small of his back and to his impressively tight rear end, before clamping down and pulling Wesker forward, pressing him more into Verstael. The small bit of rubber could still be felt in his grasp against him even as he pressed his hips further into him. The size difference meant their groins weren't quite even with each other, but even so he could manage to press the length of his cock into Wesker's.]
You came to my lab prepared. I'd hate to be a disappointing host and make you do the work.
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Date: 2020-05-24 12:46 am (UTC)I'm always prepared.
[He could fight this, could argue, but it clearly would put Verstael at ease, stop delaying things further, allow them to get back to work. Perhaps he could use this as leverage over the other man as well, coax him into ignoring any slips or giving him more materials in exchange for opportunities like this one.
Physical contact was the currency here, after all, and it was the only resource he had readily available.]
We'll be revisiting that conversation. [A grudging sigh but it didn't stop him from pressing tighter to Verstael, rocking his hips against the smaller man, groaning at the promise of yet more friction.] Next time.
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Date: 2020-05-24 08:08 pm (UTC)But he needed to pull away for a moment so that he could properly wrap himself in the condom, being fairly quick about getting that part over with. More importantly, he followed it with grabbing a fresh pair of thin gloves that he was willing to dispose of, and he got back to that little tube of lube, placing it on two of his fingers as he coaxed Wesker back to the table to lie him on his back.]
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Date: 2020-05-25 03:21 am (UTC)He resists for another moment, stealing one more kiss, buying himself time to think, to decide. Verstael was shorter, laid back on the table would mean he'd need to be at the very edge. Nowhere to put his feet, to brace his legs, nothing to do but... hold onto the man himself.
The very idea of that kind of helplessness made his skin crawl.
So, as Verstael urged him back he shifted, turned in the other man's hold to take those last two steps to the table, laying over it and hissing out a breath when the cool metal touched heated skin and the increasingly painful point of that one captured nipple.]
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Date: 2020-05-25 03:53 am (UTC)So a less-than-enthusiastic reaction didn't please him so much. It certainly didn't mean he was deciding to switch roles, but methodology? Perhaps. He hand brushed over Wesker's rear up to his lower back as Verstael leaned over him, slightly to his side.]
Roll over. I'll give you a surprise.
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Date: 2020-05-25 04:17 am (UTC)Perhaps they already were.
He didn't care for being bent over the table like some sort of animal in heat but it was better than the alternative... wasn't it? Wesker remained as he was for a moment, considering his options once more, looking back over his shoulder at Verstael, hating the fact that sweat and exertion were already working against the gel in his hair, fine strands of it beginning to come loose. Finally, he turned not quite onto his back but mostly facing the smaller man, brow cocked, all challenging defiance as if that alone would soothe his pride.]
You'll find I'm not one for surprises, generally.
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Date: 2020-05-25 06:40 am (UTC)[Even for someone who generally might have overlooked the feelings of others, he still calculated certain facts just as he had with Will. Wesker liked to be in control and he was afraid of bondage. He had many marks on his body and was quite prone to aggressive mannerisms. He could imagine that surprises hadn't gone well for Wesker in his past.
But Verstael was different. He didn't intend to hand control back, but he did intend to have him melt like butter. Physical stimulation until ejaculation was easy. Making Wesker daydream about their encounter for months to come was an achievement.
Resting a hand on the half-turned thigh, he squeezed the other between Wesker's thighs to cup it around Wesker's balls, some lubricant rubbing off on the way as he squished it through, two slippery fingertips pressing slightly into his perineum as the rest of his hand wrapped around his sac.
Dipping down, he wrapped his lips around Wesker's bulbous head without hesitation, trapping him in a sudden wet heat with fingers tickling just above his entrance. He sucked hard, smashing Wesker's tip against the roof of his mouth using his tongue to make him more receptive - whether he was able to think clearly about it or not.]
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Date: 2020-05-25 07:41 am (UTC)Had he known Verstael had such lofty goals he'd have told him well before any of this began that he was mad.
But then... he hadn't expected to find the man so eager after insisting that he would not be giving Wesker access to his mouth. As soon as that heat surrounded him he grunted, hands slamming into Verstael's hair, breath pushed from his lungs in a rush that left him weak kneed and leaning back against the table. When he finally remembered how to breathe it was still sucked in through grit teeth.]
Oh... that's better.
[Whether it was praise for finding such a delightful distraction or just finally surrendering to it was unclear. Wesker at least had the presence of mind, especially with the hard press against the roof of his mouth, to not quite try to force Verstael to take more than he was ready to.... at least not yet.]
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Date: 2020-05-25 06:02 pm (UTC)Indeed. You appear to be quite fond of that.
[He answered in a low, smug purr.
He'd gotten a reaction from Wesker for sure. His fingers flexed around Wesker's sac, kneading it gently as he experimentally dipped the tip of his fingers inside of him.
Now that Wesker was better against the table, he slipped his other hand around the based of his cock, emphasizing his words with some firm but small strokes to the base.]
You need only relax and you will enjoy this thoroughly.
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Date: 2020-05-25 06:26 pm (UTC)[His voice, now, has gone low and breathy, tiny hitches with each shift of fingers around him, inside him. He instinctively wanted to tense up, to fight against those searching fingers. The next breath he managed came out between clenched teeth and he forced himself to relax, to lean back a little more, one elbow on the table so he wasn't trying to balance quite so much.
Too much talking, not enough sucking.
The hand that was still in Verstael's hair tightened, tried to guide him back to where
he belongedhe had been before he started fucking talking again.]Open up that pretty mouth~
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Date: 2020-05-25 07:56 pm (UTC)If you remove your hand from my head.
[A compromise, of sorts. He wasn't about to have his face smashed into anything, but he would gladly please Wesker.]
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Date: 2020-05-25 09:03 pm (UTC)Fine. [An impatient snarl but compliance nonetheless.]
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Date: 2020-05-27 05:21 am (UTC)[He didn't mind pleasing him, but the last thing he was interested in was having his head shoved around. When Wesker moved his hand, he dipped back down, engulfing Wesker in a sauna and massage combo. As his lips wrapped around him again, his fingers pushed further inside in sync, taking advantage of the abrupt return of sensations to dip in. The more he could get Wesker to give in willingly, the better.]
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Date: 2020-05-28 01:00 am (UTC)Giving in is the hardest part, though. He doesn't want to. He wants to remain in control, to take his pleasure at his own pace and preference. He wants to use the other man. Cold and undiplomatic but true, nonetheless. Especially here where he had no real power the idea of giving over what little he did have was... unpleasant.
Hell if the sensations weren't trying their damnedest to drown out his logic and domineering tendencies, though... and he knew it would only get harder to keep his head the more Verstael worked him over, dammit all.]
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Date: 2020-05-28 04:05 am (UTC)He curled his fingers slightly, looking for the soft, smooth bulb inside of him. At the same time, he began slowly stroking his other hand up and down Wesker's cock, from the base to Verstael's lips and then back again, all while he relentlessly wrestled the engorged head with his tongue. He held back little as his tongue slid through the crease, then flattened against the tip to press it against the roof of his mouth once more, jamming it between the two.]
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Date: 2020-05-28 05:53 pm (UTC)Though, those were, perhaps, understandable when it became clear just how determined he was to thoroughly work Wesker over. He hadn't expected the smaller man to be so vehement once he got going. Both hands working on him in opposite ways, the heat of his mouth, the hard pressure of his tongue. Wesker's breathing was coming quicker, each exhale forced out with a soft groan he couldn't quite stifle.
At least until Verstael found the place he was looking for. The shock of pleasure startled a sound out of him, not quite a yell but only because he snapped his mouth shut, swallowing it down and growling through clenched teeth at his own waning control. The hand on Verstael's shoulder gripped harder, nails digging crescents into pale flesh, but the way he jerked made him waver on the table just enough to yank his hand back, gripping the edge of it hard.
A momentary hesitation... and then he let himself shift back a little further, beginning to slide more fully into Verstael's hold on him until he was able to draw one leg up enough to hook his heel on the edge of the table. Less comfortable but more stable and now that left his legs splayed wide for the other man.]
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Date: 2020-05-28 06:49 pm (UTC)Are you able to reach a vial?
[After all, they still had work to do.
His shoulder ached slightly as Wesker dug into it. His strength surpassed Verstael's by quite a bit, so leaving a mark was rather easy to do. But, even as he thought bruising would likely be left behind, he ignored the dull pain and instead pushed up inside of Wesker, applying an intense amount of pressure to a part he well knew would be sensitive.
But he let than wane for a moment, slowly his movements a bit to allow Wesker a moment of clarity so he could grab a vial. How in control they would be to collect the results... Well, that remained to be seen.
While waiting he ran his tongue up the underside of Wesker's cock, the pressure not as fierce as before but the tickle of the whiskers on his chain quickly followed after.]
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Date: 2020-05-29 12:44 am (UTC)But... attempting to collect samples in the middle of things sounded like a terrible kill joy. Still, Wesker reached out to drag a few of the vials closer, somewhere Verstael would be able to reach them as well. And after that his lab coat was also dragged over, half dangling off the table in his rush, hips trying to rock back against those slender fingers before long.]
We can simply... collect with the other condom.
[Not that he wanted to give up the sensation of Verstael's lips on him directly but it would be far easier to just squeeze the contents of the condom into a vial after the fact. That was, honestly, what he'd originally intended but Verstael had been so eager to get one on himself... no sense in wasting it.]
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