Wesker's ability to relate to others has been so mutilated by his upbringing and subsequent life choices that he's unable to conceive of sex as an act of intimacy or even mutual physical pleasure; like everything else, it is a competition, and it must always have a winner and a loser. He considers himself the clear victor of the present contest, having thoroughly despoiled his opponent, but something about Ashu's obvious (and loud) satisfaction makes him suspect that he's been played for a fool.
He often breaks his promises, and he wonders whether it wouldn't be better to deny Ashu the orgasm he clearly believes himself entitled to, to leave him frustrated and desperate, but his body sabotages that incipient plan for him. One more thrust and Ashu is coming, muscles spasming around his cock and fingers. It's too much; his self-control crumbles beneath the onslaught. The fingers of his free hand dig deeper into Ashu's thigh as he comes, silent save for the quiet groan that escapes through his gritted teeth. He keeps fucking the other man through both of their orgasms, the near-agonizing clench of Ashu's cunt gripping his cock, milking him dry.
When it's over, he allows himself to relax slightly, though he makes no effort to remove his cock and fingers. Sore and over-stimulated as Ashu must be, the intrusion is bound to become uncomfortable soon. Let him squirm for a bit—Wesker isn't above petty sadism.
"Well," he rasps, the faintest hint of amusement creeping into his voice, "I suppose we've sealed our deal. Remind me later to teach you some manners."
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He often breaks his promises, and he wonders whether it wouldn't be better to deny Ashu the orgasm he clearly believes himself entitled to, to leave him frustrated and desperate, but his body sabotages that incipient plan for him. One more thrust and Ashu is coming, muscles spasming around his cock and fingers. It's too much; his self-control crumbles beneath the onslaught. The fingers of his free hand dig deeper into Ashu's thigh as he comes, silent save for the quiet groan that escapes through his gritted teeth. He keeps fucking the other man through both of their orgasms, the near-agonizing clench of Ashu's cunt gripping his cock, milking him dry.
When it's over, he allows himself to relax slightly, though he makes no effort to remove his cock and fingers. Sore and over-stimulated as Ashu must be, the intrusion is bound to become uncomfortable soon. Let him squirm for a bit—Wesker isn't above petty sadism.
"Well," he rasps, the faintest hint of amusement creeping into his voice, "I suppose we've sealed our deal. Remind me later to teach you some manners."