All Work and No Play

Sometimes Leon really did wonder if there was something out to get him.

If there was some deity he had royally pissed off in a past life, or some cosmic entity that threw a dart out into the universe to see which poor soul it was going to torment and just so happened to hit him. Maybe his parents broke a million mirrors the night he was born and the bad luck got transferred to him somehow.

There had to be something larger at play than just normal shit luck.

There just had to be.

“You know, I almost like you better with your mouth stuffed full, Leon.” The sound of Ada’s smug voice above him drew him out of his musings.

He tried - key word being tried - to lift his head enough to look up at her, even if he knew damn well she couldn’t see his eyes through the blindfold layered over top of them, but a perfectly timed thrust from behind him rocked him forwards. His throat convulsed as the dildo strapped to her hips made itself prominently known.

“I’d have to agree.” A snobbishly accented voice purred from behind him, “He is much more pleasant like this.”

“If you really want him to be pleasant, wait until he’s had a few orgasms. He drops into subspace so easily after an orgasm or two and he’s practically a kitten after that.”

Leon whined indignantly around the cock gagging him, once again turning betrayed eyes upwards. Or, rather, where he was pretty sure Ada’s face was. For all he knew she could be across the room and he could be getting face fucked by a dildo strapped to a sex doll or something.

He wouldn’t put it past her to find some way to throw her voice so that it sounded like she was right in front of him.

Ada smirked down at him, lazily rolling her hips just enough to make him gag on her strap on, before petting a hand through his hair. She gripped the soft strands and used them to tug his head back.

The dildo popped out of his mouth and smacked against his cheek with a wet sound, strands of saliva smearing across the edge of his mouth. His lips tingled when her fingers traced over the thick metal o-ring gag that was keeping his mouth open. He let out another annoyed noise, trying to pull his head out of her hand even as his tongue betrayed him and peeked out to flick over her fingertips.

He placed the blame for that little slip on whatever aphrodisiac Ada had given him earlier in the night. If he had known exactly where this night would end up, he never would have gone back to Ada’s hotel with her.

“What?” She questioned with a husky laugh, “It’s just the truth, Leon.”

She tapped her cock against his cheek once before shoving it back into his mouth, effectively gagging whatever protests he had been about to utter. “Now, put your mouth to good use. Or would you prefer our guest and I switch places?”

Wesker hummed behind him, hot hands gripping his hips and pulling him back to meet a brutal thrust. “I’d prefer to stay right where I am, thank you.” It felt like his cock was punching the air straight out of Leon’s lungs.

Something was definitely out there fucking with his life.

With an unenthusiastic eye roll he did what Ada said, he put his mouth to good use. He couldn’t do everything he usually would do if this was just with Ada, since he couldn’t use his hands to manipulate whatever didn’t fit in his mouth. his arms being tied behind his back definitely impeded him.

Wesker constantly moving him around, shoving him back and forth by his hips, and pulling him up onto his knees made it even harder to build up a steady rhythm. Nonetheless he played the hand he was dealt.

He closed his eyes and tried to pretend this was just another post-mission hook up.

It was just a normal hookup. The world’s most well known bioterrorist wasn’t behind him taking him for the ride of his life, wasn’t manhandling him in a way that left his skin tingling and set all of his nerves alight.

Leon bobbed his head, letting the dildo slide all the way back into his throat before swallowing around it a few times until he felt his gag reflex start to act up. Then he pulled back, flicking his tongue along the underside of the head before pulling off completely.

The dildo dragged across his chin as he nuzzled against it, another wet smear drying quickly on his sensitized skin. He made a valiant attempt to shuffle forward on his knees, only to get grabbed by his hips and hauled back.

An irritated huff left his lips. He tried to shimmy closer, only to get hauled back again.

This time he actually turned to shoot an annoyed pout over his shoulder, ignoring the lightheadedness that made his vision swim. He could just barely make out the glow of Wesker’s blazing red eyes staring down at him through the cloth before he was shoved back towards Ada, his shoulder bumping into her thigh hard enough to knock her back an inch or two. Wesker’s hand left his hip, shoved him face first against the dildo in front of him, and then moved back to grab the rope binding his arms behind his back like he was grabbing a horse’s reins.

The weave of ropes pulled taut one by one, until the ones holding his arms in place tugged at the thick tangle that led up his back and wrapped around his throat. Leon couldn’t have held back the breathy whine that left his throat at the sudden pressure even if he had wanted too. He definitely couldn’t hide the way his inner walls clenched around that ridiculously thick cock either.

“Ah,” Wesker chuckled and gave the ropes another experimental tug. Not quite hard enough to fully cut off his air supply, but enough to have his breath stutter in more ways than one, “I didn’t take you for the type to enjoy breathplay, Agent Kennedy.” His voice had an infuriatingly smug tone to it, and if it weren’t for the pleasure curling low in his gut, Leon would have struggled against the admittedly delightful hold just out of spite.

“He enjoys a firm hand on his throat more than he does being strangled by ropes.” Ada added in helpfully, her hand playfully slapping against his cheek. The hit clearly wasn’t meant to hurt so much as it was meant to get his attention back on her so she could feed the strap-on back into his mouth.

Leon jolted at the sudden bitter taste that coated his tongue. It took him a few seconds to realize that the taste was the same as what he had originally thought to just be shitty tasting lube earlier in the night. So that was how Ada had drugged him. At least he could say he hadn’t been stupid enough to drink or eat something laced with drugs. Instead he could say he got drugged up while sucking a fake cock.

The same heady feeling from earlier washed over him, the thick liquid quickly moving from bitter to a sweeter note as he reluctantly swallowed around the dildo to avoid choking on his own built up saliva. Briefly he wondered if it was just an aphrodisiac that he was being drugged with or if it was something more. After all, it was Wesker who was behind him. Maybe he had slipped something into whatever it was that Ada was giving him.

He wouldn’t put it past the Tyrant.

Ada must’ve caught the suspicious downturn of his mouth, because she petted her hand through his hair again, cooing at him like he was an anxious puppy. “Don't worry, handsome, it's just something to make sure you stay in the mood, it’d be a shame if you did all this work and didn’t get a reward yourself.”

Against his better judgement he found himself relaxing again.

She gave him another head pat and started thrusting again, a slow languid roll of her hips that eased the dildo almost all the way out of his mouth before starting a steady push back in. Wesker, who Leon hadn’t even noticed had stopped fucking him to watch the exchange, picked his pace back up right where he left off. The dichotomy of the two rhythms was almost enough to throw him over the deep end. Ada’s sensual, unhurried pace juxtaposed with Wesker’s nearly cruel way of bulldozing his ass has his head practically spinning.

Then Wesker grabbed a hold of his thigh, using the ropes crisscrossed there as leverage to pull him up and almost onto his side. The sudden change in position had the head of Wesker’s cock ramming his prostate dead on right as the older blond reached up to twine his other hand into the ropes around his neck.

If it weren’t for the o-ring keeping his mouth wide open he might’ve actually bit Ada’s strap-on right in half with how quickly his jaw clenched down. A half choked out moan tumbled from his lips, not even muffled by the cock in his mouth. In his head he half heartedly cursed at himself for loving being manhandled so damn much; that display of strength had nearly made him come right then.

His fingers and toes flexed uncontrollably with every thrust, the new position making Wesker’s cock drag against his inner walls in a way that should be illegal. Leon barely even registered the dildo in his mouth anymore, it was just an obstacle keeping him from begging to be fucked harder. He choked on it a few times, when he was pushed forward mid-whine, but he couldn’t even bring himself to care.

Ada faded into the background as his mind focused on the almost suffocatingly hot body behind him, on the strong hot hand nearly scalding the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, on the cock that was finally doing more than just fucking into him with no consideration of his own pleasure. Leon mewled, tilting his hips down just slightly. Not enough to change his position, just enough that he could get the leverage he needed to grind down against Wesker’s hips.

He rocked his hips back experimentally to meet the next thrust and was rewarded with a grunt and Wesker’s hips pistoning into him even harder than before. The hand at his back dropped down to cup the base of his neck instead, long slim fingers slid their way up his throat and underneath the tangle of ropes resting there. The pad of his thumb pressed teasingly against his carotid artery, not yet squeezing hard enough to cut off his air, just holding there like a brace to allow Wesker to fuck into him harder.

Leon let out an encouraging trill, grinding his hips down to meet each thrust and trying to tilt his head down to nuzzle the hand on his throat. He had a moment of pure confusion when he realized he couldn’t tilt his head down. It must’ve shown on his face because seconds later a soft laugh and a huff rang out through the room, and the hand at his throat moved to pull him back. The cock in his mouth slid out with a wet sound, the warmth against his shoulder moving away.

Not that it mattered.

Not when it was almost immediately replaced by him being rolled onto his side, one leg still held aloft by the hand on his thigh, and an even hotter body molding itself along his back.

Teeth grazed the back of his neck, nipping sharply along the edges of the rope where it dug into his skin. Fingers skimmed up his throat, over his chin, tracing along his puffy lips. His tongue flickered out to meet them, coaxing them into his mouth with little kitten licks.

Something rumbled against his back but he didn’t care enough to try and figure out what was said, Leon just focused on the fingers in his mouth, lavishing them with attention. Those fingers played with his tongue for a bit before making their way down his chest, saliva smearing across his nipples. A garbled moan left him.

He was torn between wanting to push his chest out, to get those fingers back against his sensitive nipples, and wanting to keep himself pressed against the chest behind him. Thankfully he didn’t have to choose. Wesker trailed his fingers back up, pinching one of his nipples lightly and then giving it a firm tug, timing the tug perfectly to line up with the head of his dick gliding across Leon’s prostate.

Little shocks of pleasure ran through his chest and his stomach, culminating in a full body shudder. Leon panted, every muscle spasming as his back arched. He could feel himself getting close, his untouched cock straining against the rough ropes holding it against his stomach.

But there was something stopping him. Something floating in the corner of his mind softly whispering that he needed to wait. He needed permission first.

He felt Wesker’s hips start to stutter against him, the rhythm getting choppier and more hurried as the older blond neared his own climax. God, he wanted to cum so badly.

Seconds later a hand was back at his throat, squeezing tight enough to bruise as Wesker buried himself to the hilt in Leon’s ass. Leon whimpered pathetically into the gag as hot cum flooded his bowels. His aching cock twitched in its restraints but he didn’t cum. He simply laid there, head buzzing with an impending orgasm while Wesker continued slowly thrusting into him.

Hot breath fanned across his ear.

Dextrous fingers shifted from his thigh to his bound cock, and all it took was the barest graze of finger tips slipping through the ropes and a growled out command of, “Cum, pet,” to send him fully over the edge.

Leon came with a garbled shout. His legs strained against the ropes binding them, calf and thigh muscles jumping as cum splattered all over his stomach.

Wesker’s hand kept stroking him through his orgasm, milking every last drop out of him until the pleasant sensation switched to pins and needles of overstimulation. Leon squirmed slightly, until he felt the thick muscles of Wesker’s thigh pressing into the flat of his foot. He kicked backwards as well as he could three times and almost instantly the hands still playing with his nipples and his cock disappeared and he was rolled onto his back.

A shudder ran through him as the fog around his mind started to lift. He thought he could vaguely hear Ada moving around somewhere in the room, but he couldn’t be quite sure, nothing felt quite real yet.

“Gag on or off?”

His head twitched towards the sound of Wesker’s voice and he tapped his foot against the bed sheets twice. Wesker’s hand ran through his hair, pressing between his head and the sheets to find the buckle and undo it. Leon sucked in a deep breath as the ring was pulled out of his mouth, his jaw ached but it was still on the right side of pleasant.

He felt the bed dip off to his right side, “You up for round two, handsome, or are you done for the night?”

“Can go an’ther round.” Leon slurred, his tongue darting out to wet his lips now that the gag was out of the way. He coughed to clear out his throat and hopefully his mind. “Jus’ went a little hard.”

Ada hummed.

“He probably didn’t need the second dose.” Wesker’s voice was further off than it had been as he got off the bed.

Leon might not have been able to see it but he knew Ada just shrugged at the statement and probably took a sip of whatever wine she had stashed in the minifridge. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t used the stuff before, many times in fact. It had just hit him harder than it usually did.

The mattress shifted next to him as Ada slunk her way up towards his head. A glass clinked against the bedside table and then one of Ada’s knees sank into the bed right by his cheek. Her hand threaded into his hair, yanking his head back and making him gasp at the sharp prick of pain along his scalp.

“Now, this time I want to actually feel that mouth of yours.” Ada straddled his head and slowly lowered herself over his face. Leon moaned against her pussy, tongue automatically dipping in between her folds to tease at her clit. “If you’re a good boy maybe we’ll invite Krauser next time, so you can be fucked by two actual cocks.”

End