◜★┊ᴀ ᴋɪss ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ϙᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴇɴᴛᴀʟ. ( hand kisses ; accepting. )
A QUIET PAUSE rippled through the air between them. normally not something meant to fully capture his attention at least, if these were normal circumstances. normally, his shirt wouldn’t be hanging in the crooks of his arms, ripped right down the middle without any sort of struggle. normally, he wouldn’t be sitting astride the other’s thighs, pressed as close as they were able with a hand secured at the base of his spine.
normally, things wouldn’t have escalated to this caliber in such a short amount of time. because if albert wesker did anything, it was with all his attention focused solely on drawing out every second until he was positively writhing where he would be spread out on his sheets. even if he wasn’t complaining about the change of pace ( on the contrary, he had a few choice complaints about the pause on the tip of his tongue ), he couldn’t help but take notice toward the hand now spread over his sternum.
the sturdy palm holding him steady was the only thing keeping him from launching forward once again ; the feeling not unlike a leash pulled taut, forcing him to toe the thin line between obedience & reprehension. it didn’t help that that hand slowly started to slide over his shoulder fingers tapping rhythmically over his arm before taking his own hand in his own.
cradling it in his grasp, like something to be cherished. despite the callouses proving superior over his enhanced healing, the cracks from recent missions deep enough to take a little more time to run their course. it wasn’t until albert was leaning forward, pressing those lips that have led him to distraction more than once to the back of his hand.
it made his heart clench made him want to avert them from the sudden intimacy that came with the motion. so he said the first words that came to his mouth:
“ weren’t you talkin’ about fucking me, daddy ? c’mon you mentioned it a second ago. go on, then. ”
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