"Consumed by Hunger"

Wesker's eyes had been fixed on Chris's tongue as it danced across Léon's skin, the sight almost too much to bear. But as the minutes ticked by, his patience began to wear thin. He could see the tension building in Léon's body, the way his muscles strained against the pleasure. He knew that Chris was taking his time, savoring the experience, but Wesker was beyond that. He was hungry, his desire a raging beast that needed to be fed. With a sudden movement, Wesker pulled Léon's hips back, his hands grasping and holding in place. Chris's tongue was ripped from Léon's skin, and Wesker's mouth latched on in its place. The sound of his lips hitting Léon's skin was like a slap, a harsh and aggressive claim that sent a shiver down Léon's spine. Wesker's mouth was a force of nature, his tongue plunging deep into Léon's anus with a fierce and primal need. His beard rubbed against Léon's cheeks, the coarse hairs scraping against his sensitive skin and sending sparks of pleasure through his body. Léon's eyes went wide as Wesker's mouth devoured him, the sensation almost too much to bear. But Léon was not one to shy away from pleasure, and as Wesker's mouth worked its magic, he felt himself becoming more and more aroused. The aggression and hunger that Wesker brought to the table was like a key that unlocked a deep and primal part of Léon's desire. He felt himself surrendering to the sensation, his body responding to Wesker's touch with a fierce and animalistic need. Wesker's tongue was like a piston, driving in and out of Léon's anus with a relentless rhythm. His lips were pressed tight against Léon's skin, the suction creating a vacuum that seemed to pull Léon apart. And yet, despite the intensity of the sensation, Léon felt himself being drawn into it, his body becoming one with Wesker's mouth. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, and Léon felt himself teetering on the edge of collapse. But he didn't want to collapse, didn't want to escape the sensation. He wanted to surrender, to give himself over to Wesker's hunger and let it consume him. And as Wesker's mouth continued to devour him, Léon felt himself doing just that, his body responding to the man's touch with a fierce and primal need. Chris watched in awe as Wesker took Léon, his mouth a force of nature that seemed to rip Léon apart. He could see the tension in Léon's body, the way his muscles strained against the pleasure. And yet, despite the intensity of the sensation, Léon seemed to be surrendering to it, his body becoming one with Wesker's mouth. The sight was almost too much to bear, and Chris felt himself becoming more and more aroused. He could see the hunger in Wesker's eyes, the way his body seemed to be driven by a primal need. And he knew that he was not far behind, his own desire building to a crescendo that would soon be unstoppable.