"Consumed by Primal Desire"

Wesker's mouth was still latched onto Léon's anus, his tongue a molten, pulsing thing that seemed to be eating away at the very fabric of Léon's being. As Léon began to cum, Wesker's breathing grew more labored, his lungs heaving with a primal need that seemed to match Léon's own. The sound of his breathing was like a snarl, a harsh, guttural noise that seemed to vibrate through Léon's entire body. "Ah, Léon...my Léon..." Wesker's voice was a low, husky whisper, his words barely audible over the sound of his own ragged breathing. "I've got you...I've got you now..." His mouth seemed to be clamped down on Léon's anus even tighter, as if he was trying to suck the very cum out of Léon's body. Léon's eyes went wide, his body arching up against Wesker's mouth as he felt the man's tongue probing deeper, more insistently into his cum-filled hole. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and Léon felt himself crying out, his voice a raw, animalistic sound that seemed to match Wesker's own. And then, suddenly, Wesker's mouth was unclasping from Léon's anus, his tongue finally stilling as he pulled back, his face smeared with Léon's cum. Léon's body seemed to sag, his muscles relaxing as he let out a shuddering breath. But Wesker was not done. He let out a low, guttural growl, his eyes burning with a primal desire as he gazed up at Léon. Léon's eyes met Wesker's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, the air thick with tension. Then, without a word, Wesker lunged forward, his mouth clamping down on Léon's cum-smeared cock as if he was starving. Léon's eyes went wide, his body jolting up against Wesker's mouth as he felt the man's tongue probing deep into his cum-filled slit. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and Léon felt himself crying out, his voice a raw, animalistic sound that seemed to echo through the room. Chris watched in awe, his own desire building to a fever pitch as he gazed at the two men, his eyes fixed on the primal, animalistic scene unfolding before him. Wesker's face was twisted, his features contorted in a snarl of lust as he devoured Léon, his mouth a hungry, consuming thing that seemed to be eating away at Léon's very being. As Léon began to cum again, Wesker's growls grew louder, his breathing more ragged. He was a man consumed, driven by a primal desire that seemed to have no limits. And Léon, for his part, seemed to be surrendering to it, his body responding to Wesker's touch with a fierce and animalistic need. The scene was one of raw, unbridled passion, a primal explosion of desire that seemed to be burning out of control.