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He had no idea how he had gotten here. He vaguely remembered Wesker asking him for help with getting something out of one of the cabinets - Yes, see? It's still in my hand. - But then... It all just happened so fast.
Wesker, the 17-year-old he sort of, barely knew, had him pushed into the cold, hard metal of the lab's wall, grinding their hips together and mauling his neck with teeth and tongue, hot and wet and oh god how was he ever going to explain the welt on his neck to Dr. Marcus tomorrow?
Birkin moaned wantonly as Wesker rocked their hips harder together. Wesker smirked against his neck before pulling away, solemn look on his face. "I'm sorry, William," he said, pulling his hand off Birkin's shoulder, "I... I don't know what came over me..."
"D-don't apologize... I don't... I-I-I..." He was red as a strawberry.
Wesker smiled almost uncertainly. "You love me too?" His voice wavered slightly, he was almost hopeful-sounding. How could Birkin ever say no to that?
"Y-yes. Of course I do." The happy smile gracing Wesker's face made it worth it. Wesker leaned in, cupping Birkin's cheek as he kissed him on the mouth, hungry and fierce and just so good.
The Brit's hand wandered down the front of Birkin's shirt, stopping at the hem of his jeans. "May I...?" The younger boy nodded and Wesker wasted no time pulling off both of their pants, grinding their erections together. Birkin clutched at the wall behind him, trying to find purchase, trying to not fall down, slide down, faint, no, he wouldn't, couldn't, he needed this.
Wesker wrapped an arm around the small of his companion's back, grabbing his ass with a wandering hand, never stopping the incessant rocking of his hips. The other hand wrapped around both of their cocks, starting to rub them together, harder, faster.
Birkin let out a tantalizing moan as he came, Wesker following him over the edge a few strokes later.
They rested against each other, the wall, catching their breath. Birkin leaned up for another kiss and Wesker did what he could to keep it a short one. "You're never going to leave me, are you Birkin?"
"Of course I won't Albert."
Wesker smiled. "Let's get you cleaned up." I can't have my lovely little pawn looking such a mess.