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Leon had made sure no one would see him when he entered the Captain’s office; he’d slipped inside and placed the box of chocolates and note in the man’s desk drawer, and slipped back out, no one the wiser. Or rather—should’ve been.
He sits at his desk across from Jill’s, trying his best to focus on the reports he’s supposed to get done before the end of the day. The words seem to blur in his vision, making him take longer with each sentence.
The Captain’s door clicks open.
“Kennedy, my office. Now.” Captain Wesker’s voice booms across the office, as cold as ever. Leon flinches, dropping his pen in shaking fingers. Jill gives him a worried look, miming, ‘what did you do?’
Leon shrugs and clambers out of his seat, sweat already beginning to bead on the back of his neck.
When he enters the office, Wesker is already back in his chair.
Leon shuts the door behind him slowly, the click booming in his ears. “Y-yes sir?” He asks, voice sounding pathetic even to himself. His heart hammers in his chest, trying to come up with a way to weasel out of the hell that he’d created.
Wesker motions for him to come forward, to sit down in front of the desk. Though Leon’s feet feel like they’re weighed down by concrete, he obeys anyway, slowly sidling up to the chair as Captain Wesker speaks.
“I believe you left a box of chocolate in my desk this morning when I left to talk to chief Irons, Kennedy. Why?”
Leon’s brain short circuits. He tries his best to school his expression, eyes flitting this way and that as a flush begins to creep up his neck. “M-me? No way, sir. I mean—not because I wouldn’t give you chocolates or anything, but we don’t have that kind of relationship, so it’d be rude, right? I mean, who would do that,” Leon laughs nervously, and Wesker raises an eyebrow behind his glasses.
It’s clear the man doesn’t believe him.
“You left a note.” Deadpan, looking almost disappointed by Leon’s naivety.
“A note?” It’s Leons turn to be confused. Yes, he’d left a note. He didn’t sign it or anything! Leon wasn’t that dumb!
“I read every single one of your reports, Leon. You wrote your note the same way you write your reports.”
“U-um…”
There’s a quiet pause before Leon finally cracks under the pressure.
“I-I’m very sorry sir! I didn’t mean to offend you!” He bows his head, trying to make himself seem as small as possible. It had been a terrible idea to give Wesker chocolates for Valentine’s day—the man was an ice statue, of course he wouldn’t appreciate chocolates—
“Who said I was offended?” Wesker’s silky voice fills Leon’s ears, a bit closer than he was previously. Leon blinks in surprise, jumping slightly as he lifts his head. Fuck, Wesker moves fast!
“I—huh? Captain—mmhn…” Leon’s words are cut off by soft lips against his, Wesker’s gloved hand coming to cradle his cheek, pulling him closer. Wesker’s tongue presses against Leon’s lower lip, and Leon parts them obediently, his groan swallowed up by Wesker’s sweet-tasting mouth. His saliva carries the tell-tale note of chocolate, having evidently enjoyed the treats Leon had gifted him.
Leon’s fingers shakily reach up to curl around the back of Wesker’s neck, trying to pull him in closer and deepen the kiss. Wesker hums in amusement against Leon’s lips, and Leon gasps in surprise as a square of chocolate is pushed into his mouth by Wesker’s hot tongue. The Captain pulls back after, swiping his tongue lightly over his shiny teeth.
Savoring the taste of Wesker’s mouth and the sweet, caramel filling of the chocolate he’d shared, Leon trembles in anticipation as Wesker begins to unbuckle his belt. Leon is so turned on he doesn’t even give a shit that they’re at work, that anyone could walk in on them because he didn’t lock the door.
“Can you go against your nature and be quiet, Kennedy?” Wesker rasps, and Leon, though he knows he really can’t, nods rapidly. Oh fuck, could he try. “Then get up and bend over.”
Leon obeys, legs trembling beneath him as he splays himself out across Wesker’s desk. “Yessir,” he breathes out, struggling to get air in his lungs. Was this actually happening? Oh god, it was. It totally was. Wesker’s hips grind against his, the man using his body to pin Leon down.
Even if he wanted to escape—why would he?—there would be none. Leon bites the inside of his cheek as Wesker undoes his belt for him, groping his ass and thighs the entire time. Exploring, assessing.
He doesn’t take much time beating around the bush, though. They both still had work to do. Wesker keeps one hand on Leon’s bare hip as he leans over, getting a couple pumps of lotion from the bottle on his desk. Leon would never look at that the same way again.
Fingers thoroughly slicked up, Wesker pushes the first one in. Leon groans under his breath, digging his nails into the wood beneath him. “Fffuck sir, that feels weird.” He mumbles, but he shamelessly rolls his hips backward anyway.
“Is this your first time?” Wesker asks, pumping the digit for a few moments before adding a second. If Leon was going to be this… aggressively open, he could take a little bit of pain. Leon clenches around the man’s fingers, the second definitely a bit more work to deal with than the last.
Leon chuffs, cheeks bright red, the flush trailing down his neck and beyond what Wesker could see, hidden by his uniform. No doubt, if Wesker removed it, his entire body would be that pretty rose color. “N-no,” Leon lies, though he’s a terrible liar. Wesker laughs—he really laughs—at that, and Leon’s hole flutters in response. Wesker’s laugh was so… him.
“Well then I won’t have to baby you.” Wesker rumbles, scissoring his fingers and curling them to make sure Leon’s ready. It clearly didn’t hurt, with the way Leon was squirming underneath him, teeth buried in the fabric of his sleeve to silence the noises that so desperately wanted to escape him. They’re finally pulled free and Wesker gives his throbbing cock a few strokes, making sure it’s properly lubed before spreading Leon’s ass cheeks and settling the hot tip at his entrance.
Leon rocks his hips back impatiently, feeling the tell-tale tug on his rim. “Please sir,” he whimpers, his own cock drooling and rockhard, dangling between his legs. “Please hurry.” Wesker’s adams’ apple bobs, his grip on Leon’s hip tightening.
“You should be careful,” Wesker says, voice clipped; clearly trying to restrain himself. “begging like that might get you hurt.” he ruts his hips forward, forcing his way inside. Leon arches his back as Wesker slides in fully, as slow as he can bring himself to. Leon’s hungry gasps fill the air, hips rocking back and forth in time with Wesker’s (painfully slow) thrusts.
Despite the bolstering about not having to treat Leon like he’s breakable, it sure felt like he was. Leon uses his free hand to stroke himself, tears already leaking from his eyes as he rests his cheek on the cool desk. “F-fuck, you’re so big,” Leon groans, trying his best to keep his voice down. “Feels so good, sir.”
Wesker growls. The noise goes straight to Leon’s dick, pre beginning to flow like a faucet from his swollen tip. Leon’s pupils blow wide as Wesker pins him down, hand pressed firmly between his shoulders—and then starts thrusting. For real this time, no gentle rolls of his hips. Leon squirms as their balls smack together harshly, Wesker’s pelvis grinding against his plump ass with each inward fuck.
“You talk too much,” Wesker hisses, watching with delight as Leon jerks beneath him. The rookie’s toes curl, drool beginning to form in the corners of his mouth as he still tries to lift his hips, to get Wesker deeper inside. So desperate for his Captain’s cock; Wesker found it adorable, endearing. Leon’s note had been so juvenile, Wesker hadn’t expected anything but a bit of a crush.
Leon had to be out of his mind to let Wesker do this to him in the middle of the workday, though. “Sssorry sir,” Leon moans, “Y’just… fuck…!” His voice hitches and Wesker very quickly silences him by shoving his fingers down Leon’s throat.
“We’ve still got the entirety of the precinct just a few feet away, dear,” Wesker murmurs in his ear, “lets keep things quiet.” Leon’s moans are muffled around his fingers, sucking on them to occupy his mouth as he struggles to keep his hand on his cock, to stroke in time with Wesker’s dizzying thrusts.
Leon can’t stop himself from cumming soon after. Wesker’s fingers teasing his tongue, tracing the back of his throat, his cock bullying him from the other end—it’s all too much. He grinds his hips backward before they give out completely, legs going limp beneath him. Cum spurts from his cock and stains the tile floor, splattering his shoes. Thank fuck the noises he’s making are muffled by Wesker’s hand, because he almost screams.
Wesker continues thrusting, chasing his own high, but the way Leon bears down on him definitely pushes things along. Just when Leon is beginning to shiver from overstimulation does Wesker slam his hips in deep, his own thighs shaking as his cum fills Leon’s supple ass to the brim. His cock still throbs dangerously, mind swimming as he imagines what round two would feel like, but he slowly withdraws.
Leon gasps, sucking great mouthfuls of air into his lungs as his mouth is freed. Cum drips down the curve of his ass, coating his thighs as he tries to bring himself back down to Earth. Wesker takes much less time recovering, though he’s still fuzzy from endorphins, pleasure settling a much softer look on his face than usual.
“What a mess,” Wesker mutters, reaching over to grab for some tissues. “We shouldn’t have done this here.”
Leon blinks lazily, moving to get up only to be pressed back down by a firm hand so he doesn’t leak all over Wesker’s office. “Sorry for making a mess, sir,” he says quietly, voice a bit unsteady.
“It takes two to make a proper mess.” Wesker replies, cleaning the younger man up the best he can with what he had on hand. “Now… You’re going to go out there looking very cowed, and you’re not going to answer any questions as you leave to go take a shower in the gym, alright, dear?” Leon shifts his head to look at Wesker’s expression, and boy does he look deadly.
“U-understood, sir!” leon squeaks, trying to get into the mindset of I just got yelled at by my boss, though it’s very hard to do so when he still feels floaty.
“Good. I’ll follow you in a few minutes.” Wesker promises, tossing a bundle of tissues into the trashcan a few feet away. He helps Leon into a standing position and rebuckles his belt, because Leon’s fingers are shaking too much to do so himself.
“F-follow me?” Leon asks, blue eyes swirling with confusion. Wesker gives him a wry smile, leaning forward to press his lips to Leon’s briefly.
“It would track that I would also need a shower, hmm? Perhaps a young buck like yourself will be rejuvenated by the time I join you.” The insinuation makes Leon hard all over again, and he swallows the lump in his throat with a bit of difficulty.
“A-absolutely, sir.” With that promise echoing in his mind, Leon puts on his best acting chops. And if the tears are real, well… that’s even better.