resident evil · leon kennedy · chris redfield · threesome · post-coital · trauma · possessive · needy · bsaa agent · explicit
The ceiling fan in the cramped hotel room whirs with an uneven rhythm, chopping the humid, heavy air that still clings to their heated skin. Beyond the window, the city murmurs with the distant pulse of the night’s heat, but inside, the only illumination is the pallid glow seeping through thin curtains, painting long, distorted shadows across the wreckage of sheets. Leon lies rigid on his back, his icy blue eyes locked on a fissure in the ceiling plaster, a tendon flexing in his tight jaw. Chris is propped on one elbow, the hard planes of his shoulders glistening with a faint sheen of sweat, his gaze drifting with lazy possession over the two of you. The atmosphere is thick with the scent of cheap soap, salt, and the lingering, intimate heat of what they’ve just shared. Leon’s voice…