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Wesker entered the small apartment, welcomed with the same dirty laundry on the floor, the same empty beer bottles scattered around the living room, and the same cigarette boxes laying open on the table. And then there was Birkin, still in his work clothes. Sitting on the couch, looking as sleep deprived as always holding a cigar in between his fingers.
Of course he was smoking. Wesker would always come home to the smell of coffee or lit cigarettes. That man hadn’t gotten proper sleep in forever, since he was constantly being fueled by caffeine and tobacco. Wesker was a little worried by these factors, although he would never say that out loud. William wouldn’t care. He’d keep doing it.
Temporarily having Birkin as a roommate had its pros and cons. One of the pros being barely lonely, and a con being that this established “roommate” was extremely messy and did not know how to clean up after himself. Wesker thought this was a bit disgusting, considering he was a clean freak most of the time, but he had to personally remind himself this was a favor. A favor until that unorganized excuse of a man could find someone genuine to settle down with and maybe shake off his messy habits, too.
“..You’re smoking again?” Wesker mumbled, but just clear enough for William to hear as he put down his duffel bag on the floor next to the table. William gave him a weak smile that faded quickly as he took a drag of his cigar.
“..It’s a stress reliever, Al. It works. You can’t talk like that when you smoke too.”
Wesker gave him a frown. “I do not smoke all the time, unlike you. You smell horrible because of those things..” His face scrunched in disgust as he inhaled the scent once again, turning his head away from the younger, and naive, man. William drooped his arm a bit, loosening his tie with his free hand as he glared at Wesker. He would have not stopped, mostly because he hated being bossed around, but to Wesker.. He couldn’t say no.
“...Fine. I’ll stop for tonight,” William sighed, mushing the cigar into a small platter on the coffee table. He watched carefully as Wesker slid off his white and unusually clean lab coat, revealing his black, sleek turtleneck sweater.. Which peaked William’s interest today more than usual. He blushed, knowing he could see the older man’s somewhat defined chest from underneath.
He stood up and approached the other man, kicking used soda cans and other garbage at his feet. Standing behind him, he put a hand on his shoulder, giving him a light squeeze. Wesker turned around almost immediately, eyeing him strangely.
“...Yes?”
William, not hesitating one bit, got straight to the point. “Sex?”
Wesker’s eyebrows lowered. Of course he was asking for that. “...No.”
“Why not?! It’s been forever!” William whined, throwing his arms back dramatically, practically selling the point across that he really wanted to make love. He was a little desperate for some kind of physical intimacy, and he didn’t care which type it was. But he preferred making love. That felt the best.
“...I’m not in the mood.”
William’s face fell. “Please?”
“No.”
“Pretty please?” He whined.
“No!”
William frowned, disappointed and a bit upset. “Christ, Al. You don’t want to spend time with your partner? Seriously?” It was clear he was trying to rile up Wesker on purpose so he could get his way. Wesker said nothing, staring down at him with a furrowed brow.
“I will not.”
***
“Ow! Al! That hurts!”
Wesker had lied. Birkin was far too convincing to say no to, and eventually the two men were in bed together, bare. William laid on his stomach, burying his face into one pillow as Wesker sat on his thighs, his length pushed into the younger man’s tight entrance. Wesker knew this would not be enjoyable for him, perhaps for William, but it was too early to tell. The only thing Wesker could deduce was that William was in pain. Not pleasure. Pain. This was going to be a long night.
Wesker, trying to stop his partner’s whining, awkwardly thrusted forward, leaving William to groan in annoyance and let out a pained yowl.
“The hell are you thrusting at?! Definitely not anything good!”
“Stay still, you bumbling idiot! Let me find the damn spot first!”
William clenched his fists as Wesker thrusted again, wishing that he’d find the spot and get that sweet release he’d been hoping for. But, apparently not, since his performance today was terrible — usually he gets it right the first time. Although not tonight. Of course he did bad on the night that William was so desperate. “Get on with it, Albert! I can’t-“
Another attempt, this time perfectly penetrating his tight hole. He had found the sweet spot.
William’s complaint was quickly cut off by his own loud moan, gripping the bed sheets, this time not in agony, but in pleasure. Finally, his head whipped back, eyes half-lidded. “A-Ahh~ There..”
Wesker scoffed, pushing deeper in that same angle, grabbing onto William’s hips for support. “Here?” He confirmed, fingertips digging into pale and supple skin.
“Yeah..” William sighed, feeling the man touching him as his thick length stretched his own entrance. Just as he was about to relax, Wesker started to move, pacing his thrusts slowly to start. William’s own hips began to gyrate up in the same rhythm, whimpering into the pillow his face was buried in. Wesker’s cock had always felt so good, ever since their first time, and he never disappointed William. Now this was the type of stress relief he was looking for.
William clenched the bed sheets tight, feeling Wesker’s hard dick inside of him. “Nghhh..~ A-Albert… Faster…~” he pleaded, clenching his cheeks around his partner’s thick manhood pushing in and out of him, desperate for more. Wesker smirked, picking up the pace and burying his cock deeper into his hole, making William moan loudly and throw his head back in ecstasy. “L..Let me cum this time..”
Wesker clicked his tongue, “Ah, ah. Not yet.. Hold it until I say so..”
“Mmmh.. You bitch..” William chuckled slightly, before groaning loudly again from the overwhelming pleasure. “F…Fuck.. I need to cum so bad…”
The bed creaked under the couple, almost like it was about to break. Meanwhile, Wesker was chasing for sweet release deep inside William. He was so close, just a little more and he’d be free. William was already at his breaking point, though, almost bursting, but holding it back for the older man.
Wesker let out a low growl, pushing his cock balls-deep into William’s tight entrance. “Now!” He urged, closing his eyes. William yelled loudly as waves of pleasure crashed into him. Both of them came at the same time, William cumming on Wesker’s chest while Wesker released inside of William, filling him up with hot, sticky semen. The younger man panted loudly, looking back at Wesker satisfied glare. His gaze then lowered to his chest, noticing his seed splattered over the man’s pecs.
“Oops.. I was aiming for the face…” He mumbled, looking away.
Wesker smirked, pulling out and laying on top of him. “Well.. You were close. It was good enough.” He pressed a soft kiss to William’s temple, a big contrast to his rough behavior just minutes ago.
“Jesus.. We have work tomorrow..”
“We shouldn’t care. Round 2?”