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The crack of gunfire filled Leon’s ears, the rifle bucking in his hands as he mowed down two more enemy operatives. A grenade exploded nearby, showering him with dirt and bits of whoever had just been blown up.
A voice crackled over his comms as Chris laughed, “Oops, sorry about that! Didn’t realize you were so close!”
“Yeah, well, the wall did a good job keeping me in one piece,” he snorted, thumbs jamming the controller joysticks forward. Vaulting his character through a window, he warned, “I’m trying to get upstairs to the sniper they have on the roof, but there’s a lot of bodies in here– Dammit!”
“Leon?!” Chris shouted dramatically, and the blond almost laughed. “What’s happening? Talk to me!”
“I nearly got shot!” he shouted back, watching his character stab a knife into his almost killer's neck. “Thankfully, I’m a master at dodging.”
“You can’t backflip in this game, can you?”
“At least I can do a backflip.”
“Leon, I’m disappointed in you,” Chris tutted, before adding, “Duck.”
“Wha– Shit!” he shouted, doing a barrel roll to avoid a rocket as it flew through the window his character had just been passing by. It flew out a window on the other side of the room, and another ‘enemy eliminated’ message popped up on the screen. “Shoot them, not me!”
“I did,” he laughed. “It’s not my fault your poofy head gets in the way.”
“It’s not poofy,” Leon grumbled, but the sound of the front door unlocking interrupted him before he could say more. Craning his neck to look over the back of the couch, he greeted, “Hey, you’re home early.”
“A recruit nearly blew himself, myself, and several other selves up when he fucked up throwing a live grenade,” Krauser growled, tossing his work duffle into the corner by the door. “That Chris?”
“Yeah,” Leon confirmed. “He says ‘hi’.”
Grunting, Krauser walked up behind the couch as his boyfriend returned his attention to the almost clutched round. Watching for a moment, he huffed, “Playing war games, rookie?”
“What can I say, I like the thrill,” he joked, eyes locked on the screen.
“The thrill, huh?” Krauser asked, voice low.
Not picking up his tone right away, Leon agreed, “Yeah. Cop by day, and on my days off, I get to protect the country from the comfort of our couch.”
“I thought it was just because you liked playing with big guns,” Krauser chuckled, tapping him on the side of the head.
Glancing over, Leon started to say, “Easy, you’re going to knock my head set–” he cut himself off when he realized what exactly he’d been tapped with.
Cock pulled out of the zipper of his sweaty work fatigues, Krauser eyed him lazily. “What was that, rookie?”
“Um, ah,” he stammered, eyes darting between the screen and the dick beside his head. Nearly getting shot in the face by an enemy toting a shotgun, he managed a last minute evade and quickly took them out with his side arm.
“Leon?” Chris asked, tone suddenly serious. “What was that?”
“What was what?” he asked, side eyeing Krauser. He was still looking down at him with half lidded eyes, but a smirk had slowly spread across his scarred face.
“Leon… No,” Chris ordered. “I know that tone. That’s your horny voice!”
Snapping his attention back to the game, he argued, “I do not– I don’t have a horny voice!”
Unable to help but glance over when he noticed Krauser moving, he did a double take when he sprawled out on the end of the couch, dick still hanging out of his pants. He was hard, cock resting invitingly against his stomach as he pinned the younger blond with a heady gaze.
“You do, and you are!” Chris accused. “Tell Krauser to put his shirt back on until the round is over! His hairy tits are too distracting!”
“His shirt is on,” Leon said, licking his lips. His shirt may be on, but he’d just wrapped the fingers of one hand around his shaft.
“....Tell him… to put his dick away until the round is over.”
“He– I can’t just– Why would you think–” he sputtered, only for his character to get knocked off his feet by a grenade blast. “Ah, shit, I’m down! Can you get to me before I bleed out?”
“I could plug that hole for you, pretty boy,” Krauser offered, voice low and husky. “I’ll happily plug all your holes.”
Leon nearly whined at the offer, cock twitching in his pants. Apparently he did whine, as Chris sighed heavily.
“Yeah, I’ll come get you. But if I hear moaning, I swear to god, I’ll execute you myself before the round is over.”
As if he could hear Chris through the earpiece pressed to the other side of Leon’s head, Krauser let out a low sound, hand slowly working over his length.
Trying and failing not to look over again, Leon seriously considered taking his finger off the recovery button. So what if he bled out before Chris got to him? There were only a few enemies left. It wouldn’t be the first time his friend had carried them to victory.
“What happened to saving the world, rookie?” Krauser asked, head nodding slightly towards the ongoing round.
Doing a double take, Leon griped, “The guy who shot me is now T-bagging my head…”
“I’ll T-bag your head,” Chris grumbled, killing his virtual assailant. He did in fact T-bag his downed teammate a couple of times, before helping him back up. By that point, the rest of their team had whittled down the enemy to a mere three, and Leon was having a difficult time keeping his focus anywhere near the game.
Running into walls, doors, and random bits of rubble, he struggled to even make it out of the building he was in as one more of the enemy team fell.
“If you die, you get nothing,” Krauser told him, meeting his eyes when he turned his entire head to stare at him. “Well, you can watch me jerk off.”
“That’s not fair,” Leon muttered, dragging his attention away from his boyfriend’s cock. He could still see him out of the corner of his eye. Hand working slowly up and down, he rubbed his thumb across the tip with a teasing flick.
“What’s not fair?” Chris echoed, shooting over a wall.
“If we lose I get nothing,” he answered reflexively, only to blush when there was a gruff laugh on the other end of the call. “Don’t encourage him! What happened to ‘stop being horny’?”
“I never said to stop,” his friend scoffed. “I just said to wait until the round was over.”
“You’re both impossible,” Leon complained, heading around the opposite side of the wall. Catching a glimpse of the final enemy soldier as they tried to gain ground, he mashed his finger down on the fire button. A spray of bullets hit ripped through the dirt at the enemies heels, and Krauser let out a snort.
Gritting his teeth, he fired again. That time, his aim was a little better, and a golden [VICTORY] filled the screen.
“Yes!” Leon shouted, punching the air. “Eat it, Chris!”
“What did I do?” he demanded, but the blond’s attention was quickly grabbed by a heavy hand curling around the back of his neck.
“Sorry, gotta go,” Leon mumbled, reaching up to press the ‘end call’ button on his headset.
Krauser smacked his hand away before he could get near it, ordering, “Keep those where I can see them, rookie.”
Blinking, he set his hands on his boyfriend's thighs before saying cautiously, “Chris is still on the line…”
“He can hang up if he doesn’t want to hear this, then,” Krauser sneered, pushing Leon’s head down. “Now, put that pretty mouth of yours to good use.”
Face flushing several shades of red, Leon still found himself doing as he was told. Licking his lips, he wrapped them around the Major’s cock without further argument. A small sound escaped him as the mixed taste of sweat and precum spread across his tongue, and Chris chuckled in his ear.
“Oh, I know that sound. You putting on a show, Leon?”
He made a sound of protest, and both men let out gruff laughs. Krauser’s fingers moved into his hair, ensuring he couldn’t lift his head enough to actually pull off his cock as he admonished, “Come on, pretty boy. Don’t get distracted.”
Leon made another, softer sound as he took more of his boyfriend in his mouth. He was big, but the weight of him against his tongue was a familiar, welcome feeling. Swirling his tongue around the head of Krauser’s cock, he groaned quietly as fingers flexed against the back of his head.
“Show me what you can do now,” Krauser encouraged. “I know you can take it.”
With a muffled hum and a flutter of his eyelashes, Leon slowly dipped his head. His lips and tongue mapped out every inch of the Major’s shaft as it dipped deeper into his throat. Hollowing his cheeks, he just as slowly pulled back. Making sure to flick the tip of his tongue over his slit as he pulled off, he offered the older blond a lazy smile before taking him in his mouth again.
Krauser watched him with half lidded eyes, one hand in his hair, the other resting over one of Leon’s where it was obediently placed on his thigh. Soft breaths left him with every bob of the man's head, but a wicked glint shone in his eyes.
Grip tightening suddenly just as Leon’s lips brushed the nest of coarse hair around the base of his shaft, Krauser held him in place as he growled, “After the day I had at work, I think I need to blow off a little steam.”
Instead of being pulled off so Krauser could stand, Leon was held in place as he shifted around, pushing him off the couch. Knees hitting the floor, he kept his hands on the older man’s hips as he stood, jaw aching and eyes watering slightly from the strain.
A hand reached past him, pushing his mic down under his chin a bit further so it wouldn’t get in the way. Only then was he pulled back enough to look up at the Major. Teeth flashed in a cold grin, and he was yanked back down.
Leon didn’t fight it, letting his throat relax as Krauser fucked into it like he owned it. His pace was fast and deep, fingers gripping his hair tight enough to pull at his scalp with a mild stinging sensation. Every thrust was accompanied by a guttural groan from the Major, and a muffled, choked moan from the younger blond.
“Fuck,” Chris growled through his earpiece, and he jolted slightly.
He’d almost forgotten his friend was listening in, having already started to lose himself in the moment of intensity and passion.
“No wonder you kept missing,” Krauser taunted, giving his hair a sharp tug. “You’re so easily distracted, rookie. I think we should work on that.”
Leon blinked, forcing his hazy eyes to focus on his boyfriend. He had that familiar glint in his eye, scarred lips curling in a devious smile. This wasn’t just blowing off steam after work anymore. Now, he had an audience. And nothing got him more excited than showing off his power in front of an audience. Especially when he could use his favorite ‘rookie’ to demonstrate.
Fingers curled in his hair, and he reflexively relaxed his throat, knowing what was coming. Krauser used his mouth like a toy, cock dipping down the back of his throat like he was scoring a goal with every deep thrust. Leon could barely swallow, barely breathe as his mouth was entirely occupied. His tongue was pushed flat against his bottom teeth, no longer needed as he gave up any semblance of control to the other man.
“That’s good, Leon,” Krauser growled, pulling him into every roll of his hips. “All these years and it still feels like your throat was made just for me. Just perfect.”
The possessive praise made Leon’s stomach flip flop, a much deeper groan making its way past his swollen lips. He wanted to touch himself, but he didn’t have the strength. His will was like putty entirely held in Krauser’s hands, malleable and soft, waiting to be shaped to his pleasure. And they both knew it.
“You down on your knees, Kennedy?” Chris asked, voice thick and smug over the headset. “You always look pretty like that.”
All he could muster for an answer was a muffled whine, and Krauser groaned. Fingers flexing against his scalp, his thrusts grew short and shallow, bullying the back of Leon’s throat. It just made more saliva pool in his mouth, and he moaned again, a silent plea. A request. A need.
“You know I can’t say no to you, pretty boy,” the Major huffed, pulling him down one last time. He didn’t need to hold Leon in place, but he did, short, sharp breaths leaving him with each pulse of his cock as he emptied his balls down the cops throat.
He swallowed several times, then again even once everything was down. Krauser continued to hold him in place, a silent order to keep going. Leon complied eagerly, eyes clouded and cheeks flushed as he struggled to breathe and swallow in a shaky rhythm.
“Leon?” Chris asked, a hint of curiosity in the word. When all he got was a long, muffled groan, he laughed again. “Aaah, you’re being a good boy tonight. Got yourself a treat before dinner, Kennedy? You know if you fill up now you’ll ruin your appetite.”
Fuck dinner, he was getting exactly what he was hungry for. Something told him Krauser was too.
“Good job,” he murmured, voice low and rough. Pulling Leon back until his lips were forced to unseal from around his shaft with a wet pop, he tilted his head back. Gazing into his watery eyes, he chuckled, “Ah, but now we’re oh for one. That’s not right, is it rookie?”
“Ah, n-no sir,” he panted, hands still holding Krauser’s hips.
“Let me remedy that,” the Major offered, reaching down to effortlessly pull him to his feet.
Spun around, Leon found himself bent over the arm of the couch before he could get another word out. His pants were tugged down, then off, before a boot kicked his feet apart. Losing his balance, he face planted on the couch cushion, hips digging into the arm of the furniture.
Putting his hands out, Leon started to push himself up, only to fall face first onto the couch again when one of his wrists was grabbed. Arm twisted behind his back, he gasped when Krauser leaned over him.
“Oh no, pretty boy. You stay right there,” he growled, breath hot against his ear. “I’m not done with you yet.”
A small sound escaped Leon, but no words were forthcoming. He could feel Krauser’s shaft, still slick with spit, pressing tightly between his ass cheeks. His hole clenched in response, body already aching with want for a familiar pleasure.
“You might want to lower your volume, Chris,” Krauser laughed. He was close enough for the mic to pick up his voice, and he added, “I haven’t even touched his rim and he’s already trying to suck me in. Greedy little thing that he is.”
“Jack,” he whined, trying to wiggle his hips. With the way he was bent over the couch and with the larger man pressed against him, he had no room to move.
“Breaking out the first name?” Chris asked, feigning shock. “Oh, he’s really got you ready to snap.”
“Well, if you’re that eager for me,” Krauser chuckled, shifting back a bit. He didn’t release his grip on Leon’s arm, keeping it twisted behind him so he could keep him pinned over the arm of the couch. With his free hand, he ran his fingers in a teasing trail over the other man’s back until he reached his ass. Tugging at the edge of his hole with his thumb, the Major growled, “Tight little thing. So tight, I can’t believe I haven’t gotten my cock stuck in there.”
Leon moaned at the teasing touch, cock twitching as heat trickled through his veins. Krauser wasn’t one to draw things out for long. Not when he was in a mood like this. There was no need to beg or stroke his ego to get him to move things along. Not today.
Instead, the rookie gasped again as something wet dribbled against his ass. He shouldn’t be surprised, but he hadn’t even noticed Krauser grabbing the small bottle of lube he kept in his cargo pants. It had started as a joke shortly after they’d first gotten together, with Chris ignoring Wesker’s warning not to encourage them, and gifting him a ‘travel bottle’ and a box of condoms ‘just in case’ they couldn’t contain themselves for more than five minutes.
They’d used the entire bottle in a week, and Krauser had made it a point to keep some on him at all times since. The condoms were summarily chucked at Chris’s head, and Wesker’s disappointment in his subordinate was immeasurable.
Not that it hadn’t worked out for all four of them in the end…
The blunt head of a cock prodded at Leon’s hole and he let out a whine of anticipation. Pressure built against his rim, Krauser slowly, torturously stretching him open without the aid of a single finger.
The first time Leon had ever begged him to put it in before he could even attempt to prep him, Krauser had actually stopped to ask if he was on any substances. He hadn’t been. He’d just wanted to feel the full force of his girth opening him up. He wanted to feel every inch as the man’s cock was bullied into him. He longed for the sting and burn as his body struggled to adjust to his size.
Now, a throaty moan pulled from between his lips. Krauser took it slow at first, sinking each inch into the tight heat of Leon’s body. It was deliberate, intended to prolong the feeling of being so entirely filled while keeping him from getting hurt.
It wasn’t entirely for his benefit of course. There was something about the sounds he made that drove Krauser wild, and he’d quickly learned how to get what sounds out of his favorite cop.
“Going in with no prep tonight?” Chris mused, the sound of clothes rustling in the background of the call. “You are such a size queen.”
“Ah, ha, ha, shut up,” Leon panted, only to let out a sharp cry as Krauser snapped his hips forward behind him.
“There’s that mouth of yours,” his friend laughed, and Leon bit his lip to keep from retorting again.
“Looks like you need more of an adjustment than I thought,” Krauser laughed, fingers digging into one of Leon’s hips. “Focus, rookie. Or I might just have to keep you on my cock all night.”
He slowly pulled back as he said it, enjoying the way his shaft dragged between Leon’s clenching walls. Pushing back in despite the continued resistance as his body struggled to adjust, he smirked at the sounds it elicited.
Pinned in place over the arm of the couch, Leon shuddered and moaned, unable to do more than that. He could feel every inch of the man behind him as he slowly sawed in and out of him. He was taking his time, prolonging the build up as he enjoyed the symphony of cries his deliberate movements created.
To an outsider, it may look like Krauser was taking his time. Like he was drawing things out for his own pleasure. Leon knew better. He was barely restraining himself, only holding back as much as he was for his sake. Even that was limited, and he knew it would only be a few more strokes before the Major would really start enjoying him properly.
Krauser hadn’t even taken his boots off, simply unzipped and made his intentions crystal clear as soon as he’d walked in. Every increasingly hard thrust of his hips scraped his open zipper against Leon’s ass, but the slight sting only added to the pleasure coiling in his gut.
“Damn, Kennedy,” Chris huffed, voice thick even through the headset. “Help me out a little. Paint a picture for me. I can tell he’s already hitting your sweet spot–”
Leon jerked, a sharp whine leaving him as Krauser hit his prostate again. The angle he had him at didn’t make it very easy, but he still managed to bully the nerves with every targeted thrust.
“–but the imagination only paints so good of a picture without the important details.”
Knowing what he was asking, Leon slurred, “C-couch! Aahhg! Jack!”
Krauser had let go of his hip so he could slap a large, calloused hand against his ass hard enough to leave a red print.
“Got you over the couch?” Christ hummed, voice slightly rougher than before. Bastard was jerking off… “Hm, that’s such a sweet view. Seeing that tight ass of yours bounce with every thrust.”
Even though Krauser couldn’t hear him, he could feel Leon’s physical reactions to the filth being spoken into his ear. With a low laugh, he tightened his grip on the younger man's wrist, holding him firmly in place as he let loose. His thrusts became rougher, skin slapping against skin, zipper pressing so hard into Leon’s skin it left small scrapes that started to bead with blood.
Below him, the rookie’s moans and cries became louder, higher pitched as he lost himself in the feeling. His still untouched cock was leaking, beads of milky white threatening to stain the couch. As much as Krauser enjoyed wrapping his fingers around the younger man, there was a deep sense of satisfaction that accompanied making him cum untouched.
The first time he’d ever done it, Leon had nearly passed out underneath him, body going completely limp and eyes rolling back as he reached a level of pleasure no one else had ever achieved with him before. Now, it was a point of pride to be able to get his boyfriend to such a state.
More than that, it scratched a deep, primal itch for Krauser. He loved the impossible to quench spark of stubborn determination in Leon. But even more so, he loved being able to break him down into a boneless, quivering mess. He loved the hazy, tear stained eyes that would look up at him, seeing him as he was and still trusting him implicitly as he explored the very depths of the younger man’s body and soul.
“Taking me so well, pretty boy,” he growled, rising up on his toes a bit with each thrust. He loved the sounds Leon made. Loved the way he would cling to him, arms and legs trembling as he wrapped himself around him like a lifeline when the pleasure became truly overwhelming.
“Jack!” Leon cried, body clenching around him like a vice.
Krauser groaned, hips jerking slightly as the sudden squeeze pushed him over the brink. Small thrusts accompanied every pulse of his cock, fucking his cum as deep into the blond as he could get it. That didn’t stop it from leaking out around his shaft, dripping down the inside of Leon’s thighs as his own release dribbled down the side of the couch.
“Fuck, what’s that?” Chris’s voice asked, barely breaking through the haze of cloudy pleasure Leon was floating in. “Two for one?”
“Hmmm?” was all he could muster before strong hands were pulling him up and around. Lifted off his feet, Leon instinctively wrapped his legs around Krauser’s waist, arms looping around the back of his neck as he carried him against his chest.
Leon gasped as his cock pressed tightly between them, but he wasn’t set down to allow him any reprieve. Instead, his bare shoulders hit the wall, one of the hands holding him up disappearing for a moment. The very next, he could feel the slick head of Krauser’s cock bullying its way back inside him.
“We’re two for one, rookie,” Krauser growled, looking down at him with steely blue eyes. “You have some catching up to do.”
“If you two weren’t already in the middle of things, I’d have offered to bring Wesker over when he gets home,” Chris offered, voice thick over the headset. Leon could practically feel his lips brushing his ear as he recalled, “Play a little, pass the rookie. Just like old times, huh? But I get the feeling Krauser’s not in a sharing mood tonight.”
The fingers pressing bruises into his thighs as he was fucked against the wall told him that his boyfriend was not in a sharing mood in the slightest. After a long, trying day at work, he had no intention of sharing a goddamn thing. Not physically at least.
Only dimly aware of the sounds coming through his headset, he almost laughed when he heard a familiar voice in the background. “Chris, I’m home. How was– What on earth are you doing?”
“Perfect timing, dear,” his friend growled, and the sound of a small scuffle followed.
“Chris! I just got home!”
“C’mere, you smell good.”
“You smell like potato chips! Go take a shower!”
“Can’t, I have business to attend to.”
“My ass is not your– Will you– Oh… Ooh. Chris, you bastard…”
A low laugh echoed through the headset, before Chris asked, “You know how good you look all spread out on the kitchen table, right? Looks like Leon isn’t the only one filling up before dinner.”
“Shut up and get down here,” Wesker snapped, before the sounds of clothes being aggressively removed between grunts and snarky comments filled Leon’s ear.
Teeth nipped his neck and he gasped, attention pulled fully back to the moment. His head was pushed back further, skull pressing against the wall as Krauser attacked his neck with lips and teeth. Bruises were bitten and sucked into the tender skin, all while he continued to piston into him from below.
Cock trapped between their bodies, the stimulation quickly became nearly unbearable. His entire body felt raw, mind lost in a haze of overwhelming sensations. Leon knew he’d be hearing about it from everyone in his department for a week, but he didn’t care. Let them stare at the hickies and bruises. Let them whisper and speculate as to why he was walking so stiffly when he showed up the next morning. They all knew who he belonged to, and he wasn’t ashamed to show it off a little now and again.
Leon’s body was so sensitive he could feel each twitch of Krauser’s cock as he came inside him for a second time. That was all it took, and his back arched off the wall, arms and legs squeezing so tight it would have knocked down a smaller man.
Pressing gentle kisses along the path of bruises he’d left along Leon’s neck, Krauser rocked gently into him as he rode out his orgasm. Unbothered by the mess soaking into his shirt, he murmured, “You’re still behind, rookie.”
“That’s just cruel,” Chris huffed, starting to sound slightly out of breath as he attended his own partner. “How many does your old man have left in him?”
Leon didn’t have the strength left to answer, head falling forward onto Krauser’s shoulder as he pulled him away from the wall. He didn’t pull out as he carried him, cock grinding into his insides with every step. Soft sounds left the blond with every movement, mingling with the growing volume of moans and grunts from the earpiece.
Gasping when Krauser did finally pull out, Leon wasn’t expecting to suddenly be pulled down onto his lap. That time, his back was to the Major’s chest, and when he entered him, he didn’t start moving right away.
One arm came up, looping under Leon’s armpit before reaching up across his chest. Fingers gripped his cheeks, tilting his head back onto Krauser’s shoulder again while his free hand reached around to caress his cum streaked thighs.
“Can you hear me, Redfield?” he growled, and Leon heard an answering grunt through the headset.
“Still want a picture of my boy?” Krauser teased, fingers dancing along the inside of the rookie’s thighs. Brushing his testicles with a thumb, he waited for the sharp gasp it elicited to quiet down before continuing, “Right now, he’s sitting so pretty on my cock. Leaking cum all over my balls. With as tight as he is, I’m shocked it can actually get out with me stuffed inside him like this.”
“Ooohh, fuck,” Chris groaned, and Wesker made a sharp sound in the background.
“Filthy. Should probably make him take a shower, but I don’t think he wants to get up,” he chuckled, slowly wrapping his fingers around Leon’s aching shaft. “Then again, I don’t think he can really move right now.”
“Hnnng,” he groaned, chest heaving with every breath. “J-Jack.”
Slowly stroking him from base to tip, Krauser gripped his jaw a bit more firmly before saying, “We’re three to two, pretty boy. You’re not going anywhere until you give me one more.”
“Ah, ha, Jack!” he whimpered, body trembling against him. Even without him moving, Leon could feel every solid inch buried inside his gut. It was like a molten rod inside him, tugging and stirring with every uncontrollable twitch of his hips.
Even if Leon had tried to hold still, his body wouldn’t have listened. Every pull of Krauser’s fingers over his dick made his body jerk. Every jerk ground him down on the man’s cock, pressing the head directly into his prostate and bringing tears to his eyes.
“He’s squeezing me so tight, it’s a miracle I ever manage to get out of the house,” Krauser murmured, teeth tugging at his earlobe. Letting out a heavy breath, he asked hungrily, “You trying to keep me homebound, pretty boy? Would you like that? I could retire, just spend all my free time inside you.”
His hand moved slightly faster, thumb swiping over the head of Leon’s cock with every couple of strokes.
“Feels like you’re about to pop, rookie,” he growled, giving him a squeeze. “I can feel your entire body coiling like a spring. Go ahead. Cum for me, pretty boy.”
With a broken moan and one last full body shudder, Leon finally came for the third time. Several spurts of sticky white liquid dribbled over Krauser’s fingers, and he slowed his movement to a merciful stop before releasing his grip.
Wiping his hand on his pants, he reached up and tugged the headset off of Leon. Pressing the earpiece to his own ear, he listened for a moment before chuckling darkly, “Jesus, Redfield. You trying to earn a promotion?”
Through the sounds of Wesker moaning like a whore in the background, Christ grunted, “I’m going to tell him this was your fault.”
“Ah, we can blame it on the rookie,” Krauser offered, smiling at the boneless man on his lap. “If you two want to come over next week, you can both thank him properly.”
Interspersed with grunts and heavy breathing, Chris panted, “We’ll have to– fuck– take you up on that. See you– mmmgh– next week.”
Smiling, Krauser hit the end call button and tossed the headset to the other end of the couch. Running his hands over Leon’s body, he pressed a gentle kiss against the side of his neck.
A soft murmur left his lips, and the Major smiled. “You did good, Leon.”
“Mmhm,” he agreed softly, turning his face into his boyfriend’s neck.
“Take your time, pretty boy,” Krauser soothed, kissing his sweaty forehead. “Take your time. The shower will still be there when you’re ready.”
Glancing at the waiting game menu still lighting up the TV, he let out a short laugh. Maybe next time he should see how well Leon could shoot with a cock up his ass…
Ah, he could find out next week.
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