Lab tables were meant for activity like studying sample data or spreading reference material all over them, and that was what the tables in the Arklay laboratory were used for most of the time - except when William Birkin decided a nearly-naked Albert Wesker would look good sprawled on top of all those notes, folders and the whatever random papers were lying on the table were. Wesker was by now, in addition to the sunglasses which always seemed to stay on, only wearing his shirt - which Birkin had unbuttoned a while ago - and a lab coat, and the younger man was quite liking what he was seeing.

As much as Birkin wouldn't have minded just standing there and admiring the view, it started to look like his partner was getting annoyed. The correct word could've also been 'excited' as the older man was quite hard. It was such a sight, though, and Birkin didn't want to rush things. He felt like teasing the older man for a little bit tonight, and besides, the annoyed look was actually highly arousing.

It was too bad Wesker didn't feel like being just stared at. "Are you going to stand there all night, William?" He asked after a while, annoyed by the lack of action from the other man's part. He wasn't about to do anything himself, though. This had been Birkin's idea, so Birkin would get to be the one to do the work. Wesker was used to Birkin's quirks, but the younger man's current indecisiveness was irritating. "You can stare all night if you want, although I will have to point out that I have other things to do than pose for you. Do you want to do something or not?"

Birkin chuckled at that. "Well I could settle for just staring, why?" He replied. He took a step closer and stood in front of the older man, and then leaned in to take a closer look. "Although I suppose..." He mused, tracing Wesker's thigh with his fingers. The older man gave him a look, and Birkin sighed. "Fine, what would you want me to do, Albert? I don't want anything specific myself, I'm really just enjoying the sight."

It was hard to tell if Birkin was just being perverted or his scatterbrained self, and Wesker decided he didn't want to know which it was. "You have me here nearly naked. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what happens next." Well, in Birkin's case being a genius didn't exactly help, seeing how the man acted sometimes. "You could start by taking care of that."

"That? Oh. This you mean," Birkin replied cheerfully as he placed his hand over Wesker's crotch. Wesker twitched involuntarily but controlled himself well enough, and he just stared at the younger man. As calm as he was, there were limits to how long he was willing to wait. "I could do something about this, yes," Birkin continued as he moved his hand a little. He then stopped and looked back at the older man. "All right, Albert. I get the point." He leaned down and took the tip of Wesker's erection into his mouth and sucked carefully, teasing a little. Wesker continued to stare at him, appearing unimpressed, and after a moment Birkin gave in and put proper effort into it.

"You really can be a pain when you choose to, William," Wesker said, his voice calm and steadfast. That didn't mean he wasn't enjoying the act, of course. When Birkin took things seriously, he was pretty amazing at what he did, and this included sex. The younger man was good with his tongue and his technique was very pleasant, and Wesker wasn't exactly sure how Birkin knew what he was doing. Maybe he'd just had enough practice, Wesker figured as he closed his eyes and reached to take a hold of the man's hair. Whichever the case, it felt good. Besides, after the lack of stimulation earlier, Wesker guessed he wasn't going to be able to last for too long.

Of course nothing escaped Birkin, and while the older man could keep his feelings from showing, Birkin just knew. He kept at it, taking as much of Wesker's organ into his mouth as he just could and sucked hard. The effort was rewarded by a low sound escaping from Wesker's lips, a sound of approval and pleasure the older man would have preferred never leaving his lips. Then again, Wesker couldn't be bothered to care when it came to his partner, seeing it wasn't like Birkin cared if he kept quiet or not.

"Ghh, just get done with it," Wesker muttered, his fingers entangled in the younger man's messy hair. He made a mental note about Birkin needing a haircut, because William himself couldn't have cared less about appearance and probably wouldn't get it done unless someone reminded him of it. Not his primary concern right now, though, Wesker decided and gritted his teeth. He settled to breathing calmly as Birkin continued his work, sucking skillfully, and the pressure around Wesker's crotch area was getting unbearable.

He came a moment later, managing to keep his composure enough to not make a sound, although suddenly tugging Birkin's hair gave his feelings away. The younger man chuckled a little as he stood up after a moment, wiping his lips. Birkin then leaned back and studied the sight of Wesker slumped on the table, as the older man couldn't be bothered to move right away. At least there wasn't too much cleaning to do. "And you know what, William?" Wesker said, giving the younger man a look. "Lab tables. I'm surprised this thing hasn't fallen apart. We could go to bed the next time."

Birkin simply grinned before picking up the older man's clothes and handing them over to him.