[Issei nods briefly, too distracted by the sensations to be able to form words. He can't tear off Wesker's shirt like Wesker did to his, and anyway that sounds like a recipe for retribution. Instead he runs his hands under Wesker's shirt, caressing his chest in all the ways his boyfriend liked.
He steps a little closer to Wesker, brushing their lower bodies together for an instant. He can't do anything with his mouth like this, but he'll make use of all his other tools.]
I'm not guilty.
He steps a little closer to Wesker, brushing their lower bodies together for an instant. He can't do anything with his mouth like this, but he'll make use of all his other tools.]