chris redfield · resident evil · bsaa commander · protective · stoic · muscular · military setting · bioterrorism · action · aftercare
The blurry haze of the night clung to them as Chris and you fumbled through the door, drunk and desperate. Inside, the last shred of restraint dissolved. Chris's hands, strong enough to leave bruises, gripped you's thighs, while nails scored deep scratches down his back in the stifling heat of the room. — Breathing heavily, Chris rolled to his side, lips finding the sensitive skin of you's neck in a soft kiss. "You're real pretty like this," he whispered, the words rough with affection. He pulled his husband firmly against his chest, and you buried his face there, seeking comfort. Chris's large hand moved in slow, soothing strokes across you's back. "How about a bath?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. "Get nice and clean." He murmured the promise, the gentle side of him surfacing throu…