[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.]
A pity. But we can always make up for it on the second round.
[With a nod of his head in the direction of the coat, he invited Wesker to go ahead and grab the condom. It was true enough that it would be the simplest way to collect, even if it would get in the way a bit.
His hands continued idly playing with Wesker to keep him ready, but he would wait for the condom to be on to continue further than that.]
[It takes him a moment to fumble with his coat, to find the godforsaken pocket. Pens, change, even his lighter spill out onto the floor but he really couldn't care less right now. He only has the one hand to work with, moving the other would end up with him collapsing back on the table and ruining the position they were in which, considering, he was rather fond of at the moment.
Once he finally has it in hand Wesker is quick to tear it open neatly, fingers quit familiar with this part at least... and with doing it one handed as well, it seemed. Finding the condom takes at least twice as long as actually sliding it down over himself does.]
Just the two.
[He didn't usually keep more than a couple on him, just in case. It was lucky he even had those, honestly. As soon as the condom was mostly in place his hand returned to Verstael's shoulder, gripping him tightly, trying to urge him back to what he was doing.]
[More little things he could study with some amount of fascination later. Perhaps even convince Wesker to allow some to be displayed in the Information Center.
For now, though, his attention turned back to Wesker's cock. A real shame it was covered. It wasn't nearly as tempting that way, but research came with some necessary evils. The heat, moisture, friction... everything would be dulled.
Well, the sooner they got the first sample the sooner they could change that. His fingers pressed again inside of Wesker, pushing the soft lump, making sure that he kept up the pressure. His palm pressed up into Wesker's sac, making up a bit for loss of sensation elsewhere as he used a tight grip around his cock to make up for the decreased feeling when Verstael brought his lips down around his head again.
The rubbery condom certainly wasn't very appealing, but with his lips and tongue he kneaded the swollen top of his cock.]
[His breathing hiccups the moment Verstael's fingers reapply that pressure and his own grip on the smaller man's shoulder tightens, nails digging into pale skin. The amount of tension in him making muscles tremble slightly, carefully restrained. That control slips for a moment when the heat of lips and tongue return, his heel propped on the edge of the table giving him some small measure of leverage to buck his hips up toward that magnificent heat.
The dulling of sensation is negligible, especially with the freedom of not needing to fuss with vials or collections.]
Yes-
[He very clearly had thought to say more but bites the words off, stopping himself from saying anything that might inflate Verstael's ego or offend him. One as likely as the other and with the freedom afforded by the condom he was a bit more willing to let himself sink into those sensations, head falling back instead of watching Verstael so intently.
Even his near perfect control was slipping and as much as he hated it there was something thrilling about it as well.]
[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: 2020-05-25 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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Date: 2020-05-29 01:37 am (UTC)[With a nod of his head in the direction of the coat, he invited Wesker to go ahead and grab the condom. It was true enough that it would be the simplest way to collect, even if it would get in the way a bit.
His hands continued idly playing with Wesker to keep him ready, but he would wait for the condom to be on to continue further than that.]
How many did you bring?
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Date: 2020-05-29 03:46 am (UTC)Once he finally has it in hand Wesker is quick to tear it open neatly, fingers quit familiar with this part at least... and with doing it one handed as well, it seemed. Finding the condom takes at least twice as long as actually sliding it down over himself does.]
Just the two.
[He didn't usually keep more than a couple on him, just in case. It was lucky he even had those, honestly. As soon as the condom was mostly in place his hand returned to Verstael's shoulder, gripping him tightly, trying to urge him back to what he was doing.]
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Date: 2020-05-30 06:12 pm (UTC)For now, though, his attention turned back to Wesker's cock. A real shame it was covered. It wasn't nearly as tempting that way, but research came with some necessary evils. The heat, moisture, friction... everything would be dulled.
Well, the sooner they got the first sample the sooner they could change that. His fingers pressed again inside of Wesker, pushing the soft lump, making sure that he kept up the pressure. His palm pressed up into Wesker's sac, making up a bit for loss of sensation elsewhere as he used a tight grip around his cock to make up for the decreased feeling when Verstael brought his lips down around his head again.
The rubbery condom certainly wasn't very appealing, but with his lips and tongue he kneaded the swollen top of his cock.]
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Date: 2020-06-05 04:58 pm (UTC)The dulling of sensation is negligible, especially with the freedom of not needing to fuss with vials or collections.]
Yes-
[He very clearly had thought to say more but bites the words off, stopping himself from saying anything that might inflate Verstael's ego or offend him. One as likely as the other and with the freedom afforded by the condom he was a bit more willing to let himself sink into those sensations, head falling back instead of watching Verstael so intently.
Even his near perfect control was slipping and as much as he hated it there was something thrilling about it as well.]
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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.