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The stir up in Krauser’s chest always started slowly. A gentle thrum at first that, with time, would evolve into a violent hammer that could rattle his ribs. Or so it felt. Measured breaths escaped Krauser’s throat between the rushed press of his mouth against his boss’ mouth. Despite the fever in his movements, his body barely showed physical signs. That never seemed to get past Wesker.
A strange man to say the least, yet that didn’t stop Wesker from being calculated with every step. Krauser pressed forward more, just enough to get a huff from Wesker as he sat himself on top of his sturdy desk.
How long had they known each other now? A few months at least? Something like that, Wesker was a man with very little patience, and Krauser needed a change of pace. Now, knowing each other didn’t mean they had gone this far before. Every subtle-maybe not so subtle-remark Krauser had made in Wesker’s direction had finally paid off the moment Krauser stepped foot into Wesker’s office this time.
With his teeth bared, Krauser groaned with each well placed touch of Wesker’s hands. In an attempt to push things in the right direction, Krauser started to press open mouth kisses to Wesker’s throat.
At least that got him a reaction, just not what he expected. Wesker maneuvered his boot to press against Krauser’s groin, only to shove Krauser back.
“What the Hell was that for?” Krauser snapped. Reading a room wasn’t his speciality but damnit he thought he had all the signals right.
“I will say this once, so you better be listening,” Wesker started as he crossed one leg over the other. “I am in control. You’re going to submit to me. Is that understood?” With a tone that might as well have been laced with razor wire, Krauser could easily guess this wasn’t completely a game to Wesker. Or, maybe it was a game to him, Wesker just isn’t the losing type.
Krauser breathed out a laugh. “What’s the matter? Can’t handle cutting loose a bit?”
The frown on Wesker’s face was hard set into the features of his skull. “This is how I ‘cut loose,’” when he spoke once again, the hint of danger didn’t fly past Krauser for a second.
With his lip curled back in a sneer, Krauser nodded. Nobody’s tried to top him before, this could genuinely be an interesting gamble.
“I need to hear a verbal confirmation,” Wesker added.
“Yeah, I got it.”
“Try a bit more formality.”
“For fucks sake-uh. Yes, sir?”
Wesker finally cracked a smile at that, though there wasn’t a hint of warmth in it. “Good.”
There wasn’t a moment for Krauser to register the praise before Wesker beckoned him back for more with the crook of his finger. Swallowing down his excitement, Krauser moved back to Wesker, and carefully uncrossed his leg.
“Get on your knees.”
Much like a trained mutt, Krauser sank down to his knees in front of the man without a word. This was doing something, that’s for sure. Krauser could feel heat on the tips of his ears when Wesker slid off his sunglasses. An amber gaze locked with his own darker eyes. Those eyes, in Krauser’s opinion, showed how dedicated Wesker was to his entire mission. Testing on his own body didn’t appeal to Krauser completely, but he wasn’t one to judge as long as he got paid…and maybe as long as Wesker showed an ounce of attention his way.
Though his expression seemed bored, Wesker carded a gloved hand through Krauser’s hair, loosened strands fell to his forehead. Krauser tried to not let the tickle of his own hair bother him. The hand that at first had an odd tenderness to it suddenly turned into a vicious fist, the sting shot through Krauser’s scalp and made him wince.
“Make yourself useful.” With that said, Wesker yanked Krauser forward, and forced the man’s face into his clothed crotch. A confused groan slipped past Krauser’s lips before he could register exactly what had happened. Though a small moment of disorientation had caught him, Krauser was quick to pick himself back up to the pace. His mouth had a sloppy rhythm to it as he mouthed at Wesker’s crotch. Yet, there wasn’t exactly a bulge to work with. Krauser went to pull back, confused by his own findings but Wesker’s grip on his hair had him immobilized.
Despite the initial confusion, Krauser could feel something. Something that made his heart skip a few beats. Wesker just has to have a pussy…
A renewed eagerness filled Krauser’s chest. He surged forward. With his hands on Wesker’s thighs he continued to mouth at Wesker’s crotch, which earned him a blissful sigh from above.
“That’s a good boy,” Wesker mumbled, Krauser barely caught it.
His hands tended to wander with his partners, Wesker wasn’t an exception to that. A hand traveled up Wesker’s thigh, to the beltline of his pants and finally paused for an invitation. There was a chuckle before the hold on Krauser’s hair finally released. “Use your words.”
Krauser panted softly and glanced up at Wesker. Time to find out for sure what this guy’s packing.
“Do you want me to eat you out?”
A smirk played on Wesker’s features. “That’s not how we ask something now, is it?”
A quick expression change must have betrayed his confusion, because Wesker’s hand traveled back to Krauser’s hair as he spoke. “You have to beg, Krauser. If you truly want something you must be willing to submit to me completely.”
The heat was going to suffocate Krauser at this rate. His eyes shifted off to the side as he debated internally. While submitting already wasn’t something he did often, begging just made the experience all the more foreign.
His patience must have run thin, because Wesker let out a long, exasperated sigh.
“You’re clearly very new to this. Seems like you need to be broken in properly.”
Suddenly, Wesker pushed himself off of his desk, and towered over Krauser at this angle. A frown set across Wesker’s features as he pinched his chin with his thumb and forefinger. With a small hum he walked around his desk. Krauser tilted his head in confusion while he watched Wesker rummage through his desk. The man didn’t say a word until he pulled a bundle out of his desk drawer.
“This should work just fine.”
Krauser recognized the items almost immediately as a collar and leash.
“Yeah, no. Not happening.”
Wesker stared daggers into Krauser for a moment. “Then you may leave, at any point.”
Now it was Krauser’s turn to frown. He glared at the bundled up leash and the collar attached, then glanced back up to Wesker.
“…Just put it on me already.”
He didn’t seem pleased with that answer, but at least he didn’t look furious anymore. Mild annoyance would have to be Krauser’s saving grace.
The collar was a simple black strip of leather with gold finishings like the buckle and the O-ring. Involuntarily, Krauser tensed up when Wesker crouched down to be eye level with him. When the man wrapped that piece of leather around Krauser’s throat though, something shifted. Heat stirred in his gut as Wesker fastened the collar snugly.
“Do you have a safe word?” Wesker asked, almost completely nonchalant.
Krauser cracked a smirk and shook his head. “Nah, usually I’m not the one who needs it.”
The unimpressed look from Wesker had the smirk wiped off Krauser’s face in no time. A long sigh. Then Wesker spoke again. “We’ll be using a color system then. Red to stop all together, green means you’re fine, yellow if you need a moment to collect yourself. Am I making myself clear?”
“Yes, sir. Crystal clear. But, what’re you planning?”
A low chuckle from Wesker had Krauser’s nerves ablaze, the twitch from his clit provided little distraction. “You’ll see.”
That should have set off alarm bells. Krauser should have called it all off, left, and never followed Wesker back to his office again. Yet the excitement-no, the adrenaline that surged through Krauser’s veins had his eyes wide. He licked his lips in anticipation of Wesker’s next move.
Pain exploded from Krauser’s cheek in a flash as his head snapped to the side. He couldn’t tell exactly what happened until Wesker withdrew his hand. Wesker had slapped him across the face.
“That was for the disobedience. Don’t let it happen again.”
“Ye-yes, sir.”
“Good. Now, get on my desk…I think I want you on your hands and knees. Don’t keep me waiting.”
Jesus.
Krauser scrambled to get up, his knees screamed in protest as he got back up to his feet. At least Wesker’s desk was cleared off, he probably planned this out. Wesker let out a hum of approval as Krauser climbed on top of Wesker’s desk, and positioned himself on his hands and knees. The position brought a wave of shame to Krauser’s chest, but the anticipation nearly caused his body to convulse.
A hand trailed along Krauser’s spine against his shirt, those fingers danced to the waistline of his pants. Then his pants were unceremoniously shoved down to his knees, along with his boxers. Krauser squeezed his eyes shut when Wesker started to laugh.
“Oh? Now, isn’t this a sight.”
He jolted when Wesker’s fingers trailed along his cunt, the texture of the leather gloves made him shiver. Then without warning, Wesker pressed the wet tips of his fingers against Krauser’s lips.
“Open.”
Krauser obeyed without a second thought, and with the part of his lips, two of Wesker’s fingers slipped into his mouth. He didn’t need to be instructed to close his lips. Krauser lapped at the digits in his mouth, and sucked softly on them when his tongue grew tired of licking. Wesker nodded his approval.
It became painfully obvious that Krauser needed Wesker’s approval, and at this point, he’d do anything to get it.
Wesker’s fingers were yanked out of Krauser’s mouth without warning. Then, almost immediately, Wesker was behind Krauser again. One hand pressed down between Krauser’s shoulder blades, the other hiked Krauser’s ass into the air by his hip. Krauser let out a gasp then buried a single hand in his own hair.
What the Hell had he gotten himself into?
Fingers teased at Krauser’s cunt as a warning, before they were pressed in with a small squelch.
“Clearly you’re enjoying yourself, I’m just getting started though, you better hold out on cumming.”
Krauser rolled his eyes. Two fingers pressed and scissored inside Krauser’s pussy, he couldn’t hold back the growl of pleasure in the back of his throat. He huffed out a breath when Wesker curled his fingers. “O-oh…” Krauser mumbled.
Wesker lifted Krauser’s head slightly, only to slam his face back down against the desk, just as he thrusted his fingers in as deep as he could go. Fuck, Krauser could feel himself clamp down around Wesker’s fingers. When Wesker picked up Krauser’s head again, he laughed with his full chest.
“Seems like you enjoy a bit of pain, don’t you?”
“What gave you that idea?” Krauser mocked back.
Wesker tutted and slammed Krauser’s face back against the desk. And a moan accidentally slipped out of Krauser’s throat.
“I don’t have much more time to play with you today, Krauser. I suppose I should get to the main event.”
Suddenly, tendrils wrapped their way around Krauser’s limbs, they coiled around him slick, but firm. On instinct Krauser struggled against the monstrous binds, but it was no use. The tentacles Wesker had control over-Uroburos. His breaths grew ragged as the grip of the tendrils tightened around his arms and yanked them behind his back. Next, a few wrapped around his torso to lock his arms in place. Krauser was thoroughly trapped against Wesker’s desk.
“Aw now look at that, you’re practically leaking.”
The blunt tip of a tentacle pressed against Krauser’s pussy.
“H-hang on a second-.” But Krauser was cut off as the thick tentacle pushed its way in. Krauser gasped. He knew he was tense; he just had to be. The tendril didn’t give him time to adjust, and pumped in and out at a steady rhythm. The feeling was intense, the tandril prodded deep and precise, the texture itself felt slimy, yet Krauser started to feel relief from his arousal almost immediately. His breaths came out in quick, short puffs as Krauser simply laid there and let the tentacle explore his body.
“Color check,” Wesker whispered close to his ear.
“G-green. Keep going, please…”
That seemed to intrigue Wesker enough to add a second tendril. They pumped out of time with each other, one would slide in while the other would slide out, they kept Krauser full and made him let out a pathetic whine at the pressure. Wesker chuckled.
“You’re getting desperate for this, aren’t you?”
Krauser barked out a rough laugh that broke off with a particularly rough thrust in. “It…it feels good, sir.”
“Could you take more?”
He hesitated at that for only a moment before Krauser broke out into a wide grin. “Ye-yeah, give it to me.”
The hitch in Wesker’s breath made Krauser shout internally in victory. Though the victory felt short lived the moment he felt a tentacle press against his ass.
“Deep breaths, Krauser.”
Krauser bit down hard on his bottom lip, the blunt tentacle slipped over his tight ass, before it finally broke the tension of Krauser’s body and slipped in slowly. Krauser couldn’t stop that cry that escaped his throat, he struggled against the tentacles wrapped around his torso. Wesker’s hand pressed against his spine, and started to rub small, soothing circles into his back. He gasped out as the tentacle in his ass started to move, the slimy texture just made it all the more easy when it started to pump shallowly in and out of his ass to test the waters.
The feeling was intense, so much so that Krauser found his jaw slack and open, and his breaths came out in quick puffs. “Wesker, please…”
“Please what?”
He wasn’t even sure what he was asking for. More? A break? It was hard to tell as arousal fogged up his train of thought. With the hesitation he provided, Krauser was given a quick reminder by the sharp rug on the leash attached to that God damn collar and a simple command from Wesker.
“Use. Your. Words.”
“Fuck me up!”
“…What?”
Krauser took a second to breathe, the tentacles stopped all together, though deep inside him. He took one more shaky breath before he could wheeze out a laugh. He glanced back at Wesker as best he could, his eyes narrowed in a challenge.
“I said: fuck me up. Just…make it hurt, make me scream for it and shit.”
Wesker said nothing for a few measured beats. For a split second, Krauser was worried he had somehow, in some way, pushed Wesker too far. But the man had more sadism in him than Krauser had expected.
The tentacles moved in a fury as they pumped in and out of Krauser, they caused him to shout and moan, and attempt to writhe against Wesker’s desk. Another, smaller tentacle flicked against Krauser's engorged clit. If he had the opportunity to move his hips he’d be thrusting towards that tentacle, but Krauser could barely focus. A third tentacle rammed into his pussy, and caused Krauser to squeeze his eyes shut and howl out loud in pleasure. The tentacle in his ass felt no less brutal as it surged forward eagerly.
The most pleasurable circle of Hell, that’s the only way Krauser could describe it. Tentacles pounded into him. The slick sound of his cunt filled the room alongside Krauser’s screams of pleasure. He’d never felt so full in his entire life. Wesker barked out a laugh as he grabbed a fistful of Krauser’s hair to tilt his head up, when did Wesker get in front of him?
“How do you feel, Jack?”
Krauser chewed on his bottom lip until Wesker shook his head by his hair, that was enough to get Krauser to shout.
“ Fuck! It’s fucking amazing! It’s great! You-you’re so f-fucking good, sir…”
When Wesker looked down at him, a glint of fondness in his eyes, Krauser let out a loud, choked moan, and suddenly felt completely soaked. Wesker’s eyes traveled down to his desk, a wide, toothy grin spread across his face.
“My my, look at the mess you’ve made on my desk.”
Krauser felt the tentacles fuck into him still, the smaller did ease off his clit just a bit at least, the stimulation had started to feel raw fast. Then, Krauser felt himself being shifted. His chest rose off of Wesker’s desk, he was moved by the tentacles until Krauser was sat up on his feet in a squat position, the tentacles inside him still writhing.
Wesker sat himself down in his desk chair, he leaned back, his hands pressed together against his chest as he looked Krauser up and down. “Think you can cum again?”
Did he even cum the first time? Wesker’s desk was streaked with fluid, so that might have been the case, it had been too intense for Krauser to tell. Krauser gasped as they pressed in, somehow, even deeper, and slammed against his cervix. Krauser let his head fall back as another loud moan was ripped from his chest. Wesker hummed quietly as they continued. Smug bastard .
When Wesker’s thumb reached out to brush against Krauser’s overly sensitive clit, Krauser nearly lurched forward. He panted and moaned. Sweat dripped down from his forehead, nearly falling into his eyes. Regardless he squeezed his eyes shut and sobbed out a moan.
“W-Wesker please I-I can’t take much more of this.”
Wesker sighed softly, but still had a smile on his face. He yanked the leash from his chair. That pressed the collar hard against Krauser’s throat, and nearly cut off his airway. Krauser gasped out an ‘oh’ as he leaned into the collar to add further pressure to his throat. Ragged breaths followed him as Wesker continued to press his thumb against Krauser’s clit.
Krauser gritted his teeth as the pressure in his guy built up again, though this time he could actually pay attention to it. Huu oh s body convulsed, and with a loud shout that bounced off the walls of the office, Krauser finished hard. The tentacles slowed to a snail’s pace, pumping slower until they stopped all together.
A comfortable jelly sensation filled Krauser’s limbs as the tendrils released him all together finally. Before Krauser could register his own movements, he nearly slipped off of Wesker’s desk. Instead, strong arms met his sides as Wesker held him up. One of Wesker’s hands played with his hair, tangling in the blond strands lightly.
“You did very well, Jack. I’m impressed. There are very few that can keep up with me.”
Krauser could barely hear Wesker. His brain tried to focus on the heavy rise and fall of his chest instead. But he caught the praise at least. That had Krauser beaming on the inside, though all he could do to show that was chuckle and nod his head.
It wasn’t long before Krauser could wrap his arms around Wesker’s shoulders, and hold the man against his chest with a content sigh.
“I wouldn’t have taken you as the touchy type after sex,” Wesker mused.
Krauser groaned and shook his head. “‘m not, not really, just…I’m fuckin’ exhausted.”
“That’s alright…I’m not minding it as much as I normally would.”
“This is all it takes to get you to soften up a bit?”
“Hardly. This is a rare circumstance.”
Rare circumstance. Krauser, for the moment, thought he could live with that.