THE BOY WAS DEAD.

rp blog for jake muller of resident evil (game canon only). canon-compliant; sideblog, follows back from @mutthazard. PRIVATE, MUTUALS ONLY. PM ME FOR ANY QUESTIONS.

She’s never been good at being looked at,  stared at.   There are so many beautiful things in the world and she is not one of them,  not one that should deserve the mystified look that comes across his face.   Gaea can’t help but feel ashamed by how much she likes it,  being so full she can’t do anything to keep all his cum inside.   She’s a mess down there and she wants him to make it worse,  doesn’t care about what might come from it (  wants it,  just as much as she wants him  ).   Thus,  the hand. And then he moves it himself,  once again showing her how easy it is for him to do what he wants with her,  and she whines,  pushing up a particularly large glob of cum.                ❝ Jake, ❞  she says,  because it feels like the right thing to do,  because he touches her so gently and she can’t help but lean into his hand.   There’s a note of slight protest even as she widens her thighs to give him space.   If looking at her means him replacing everything that’s leaked out and he’s fucked out of her …   ❝ I don’t want to just lay here;  I want you to— ❞   And she breaks off,  wiggling on the bed,  breasts wobbling as her feet hook behind his thighs and she encourages him to come closer.                 ❝ I need you. ❞

“I know, baby.”

God, Jake loves to see her squirm. The thought he can enjoy it now-- that he can cause it, that he can witness it so damn intimately Gaea’s leaking because of him-- is euphoric in its own right, too.

He moves Gaea’s hand up over her head and takes its twin to complete the set, murmuring a “stay” once he’s set them one on top of the other. He settles on both knees in the open space between her legs. Already he knows he’s ready to go, but when his hand circles the base of his cock he doesn’t do much more than slide it through the puddle on the bed before curving up between Gaea’s folds.

“Not the best with words, though, are ya?” Jake’s other hand lifts one of Gaea’s legs up by the back of the knee, her pussy spread with it and drooling seed like a biohazard. “What do you need me to do?”

The underside of his dick slides against Gaea’s swollen clit, twitching against it, and Jake leaves precum on her belly as he pulls his hips back.

“Gotta be specific with first-timers like me, y’know?”

He much prefers the smartasses as compared to the depressed.   Not that he can quite blame them for how they react to the violence around them or the injuries they leave with.   It’s just easier to see people that don’t let it get to him.   It’s a breath of fresh air that Aldo needs in order to keep going.   Otherwise,  he’ll become as bitter and indifferent as other doctors he’s encountered. The mention of a possible lack of friends,  however,  has his heart going out to the other man.   He feels a little bad about his wording,  how blase he had been,  and rubs at the back of his neck.   Sometimes he really needs to think before he speaks.                ❝ So what’s the plan then,  Jake? ❞   He asks out of curiosity,  nothing else.   The other man is certainly well enough to leave whenever he wants.   But just because he’s physically fine doesn’t mean he’s actually all right.   And he wouldn’t be a good doctor nor a good person if he didn’t make sure he’d be okay once he walked out his door.

It isn’t often that Jake gets to have conversations. He doesn’t much care for the topics his fellow mercenaries get into, and even then that opening only ever comes under the assumption his fellow mercenaries don’t just see him as another brat.

So when Aldo asks, he’s surprised. But he also says, “The plan is I heal up, find something to eat, and get my money.

“Christ.” Hands stuck in his pockets, Jake tilts his head back with a soft sigh. “Doesn’t ever get warm in here, does it?”

It was cold when he first came, shivering and hungry and covered in blood from a job gone wrong. Jake’s never been proud of being the sole survivor of anything, but it didn’t change the fact that he was. Why the lord and her daughters had shown him mercy is beyond him, but he isn’t fool enough to question a good thing. Now he comes here to visit. Now he comes here to catch up with friends, God help him.

It’s not the past Jake thinks of now, though, his nose crinkling the slightest bit as he pulls his collar up to hide his neck. He’s been at Castle Dimitrescu enough the place almost feels like home.

Almost

But it’s still nice to have a place with a roof he can sleep in..