"Chris walked into the room wearing a faded blue sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off and fell into a chair..." - Resident Evil: Caliban Cove, S.D. Perry
Granted Chris's sweatshirt in this scene wouldn't have been Air Force as he found it in Brad Vickers house, but I thought it would be fun anyway. So here you go! Chris Redfield in a cut off sweatshirt and gray sweatpants for your viewing pleasure. As Caliban Cove takes place directly after the Mansion Incident, I was going for a 25 year old Chris and with a blending of his REmake face with his current face model. I'm still a little rough at replicating faces, so this is good practice. This is one of the first drawings I've done digitally and although I like it, there is a lot I'd change already!
For the final day of @sjmromanceweek, I've decided to start the series I've had in mind since November called "The Gray Sweatpants". Each chapter will be a different pairing, where one partner wears the sweatpants, and the other partner goes feral. Chapters 1 & 2 are out now, featuring Azris and Nessian, respectively. Read the whole thing here or the Azris chapter below!
Hell would have to freeze over before Eris stopped getting immensely turned on by Azriel in grey sweatpants, and nothing else. Bronze, inked torso on display along with his rippling muscles, Azriel walked around their apartment as if he wasn’t a walking heart attack. Eris swears his heart nearly stopped beating completely when Azriel just stopped, in perfect view of the couch Eris was sitting on, and stretched his arms over his head. The way his skin tightened around his muscles, how the sweatpants rode down just a little bit, the obscene groan. Eris felt his own sweats tighten in response.
His boyfriend then has the audacity to walk past him as if nothing has happened. As if Eris’s head is not spinning and his cock is not demanding attention. Standing quickly, Eris briskly walks over to Azriel and pins him against the wall, forcing his mouth open into a kiss. Azriel yelps in surprise but is quick to return the kiss with enthusiasm. Pinning his wrists against the wall, Eris thrusts his hips into Azriel.
“Fucking obscene how you look right now.” Eris growls, his lips still against Azriel’s. His boyfriend has gone pliant against the wall, pupils expanding to make his typically hazel eyes turn dark. Eris presses Azriel’s wrists harder against the wall so he knows to leave them there, then brings a hand down to grope him through his sweat. Azriel groans sweetly, eyes fluttering shut.
“Walking around like you wouldn’t give everyone a hard-on if you stepped outside.” Eris attacks Azriel’s neck, biting harsh enough to leave a mark. His hand squeezes his lover’s cock through the pants before diving beneath the waist band. Just as he thought, Azriel had forgone any underwear. Eris had suspected when he could clearly see the outline of Azriel’s cock while he was walking around, another reason why his boyfriend was currently pinned against the wall, breathing harshly.
Eris’s hand wraps around Azriel’s cock, now hard and leaking. He swipes a thumb over the head, using the pre-come to help ease the glide of his fist, though he still roughly strokes his boyfriend’s cock, making sure to hit the spot right below the head. Azriel’s back arches off the wall slightly as he tries to thrust into Eris’s fist.
“Eris, ugh, Eris I-” Azriel tries to get out but Eris silences him with his mouth.
“You’re so fucking needy. Wearing these things, knowing that you’re going to get fucked.” Eris grunts, his pace speeding up on Azriel’s cock. His boyfriend cries out, throwing his head back against the wall as he writhes underneath Eris. Before Azriel can get used to the new pace, Eris falls to his knees and yanks the waist band down just beneath his boyfriend’s balls. A second later he’s swallowing his lover’s entire cock, the head hitting the back of his throat.
“FUCK ERIS!” Azriel cries, overwhelmed by the sudden change in feeling. His hips fly off the wall but Eris slams them back, then holds them down. He doesn’t just suck on Azriel’s cock, he devours it like a man starved. Bobbing up and down quickly, he keeps swallowing around Azriel and once lets his teeth gently graze his boyfriend’s length. Azriel’s legs intensely shake as they try to continue to support him, and Eris prides himself on how weak he’s made his boyfriend.
Without Azriel noticing, Eris finds the spot just behind his balls and presses down hard. Azriel screams his release, violently coming down Eris’s throat. As soon as the red head releases his boyfriend’s cock with a pop, Azriel’s sliding down the wall, unable to hold himself up. Face to face again, Eris frantically kisses Azriel before lowering his own pants and taking himself in hand.
“That was so fucking hot. Baby, Azzy, oh, you are so fucking hot.” Eris continues his litany of praise and adoration, starting a rapid pace. His stomach clenches at the sight of Azriel’s dazed eyes and softening cock sitting on top of those obscene gray sweatpants. Eyes darting back and forth between everything that’s currently turning him on about his boyfriend, he knows he won’t last long. His undoing is when Azriel, still looking sex drunk, opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue. Eris bodily jerks, cursing furiously as he comes all over his boyfriend.
Once he’s finished, his release smearing across Azriel, he falls further to the ground, laying next to his recovering boyfriend. Eris can only watch in fascination when Azriel swipes a finger through the mess on his stomach and brings it to his lips. The brunette smirks when he sees Eris watching him.
“You really like these pants.” Azriel finally says. Eris wants to laugh but he’s still not feeling as sated as he could. Scooting closer to his boyfriend, he leans over him for a kiss, debating the merits of going another round on the floor or in the shower.
“It’s like you’re walking around naked.” Eris finally replies. Azriel hums in response and they spend a few more minutes on the floor, making out like teenagers. Eventually Eris stands and hauls Azriel up, guiding them to the bathroom. Azriel tenderly places his cock and balls back beneath the waist band, and Eris licks his lips as he eyes them through the fabric.
“My dick was just out. You just touched it.” Azriel gripes with a smile. Eris huffs.
“It’s those pants. Something about them just…” He trails off, unable to explain the possessive and nearly feral feeling he gets seeing Azriel wear gray sweatpants that do virtually nothing to decently cover up his privates and cling tightly to his ass.
Once in the bathroom, he turns on the showerhead, and while the water is heating up he slowly pulls off Azriel’s pants like he’s a present to be unwrapped. He rubs his hand across Azriel’s stomach, spreading the cum that’s there and about to be washed off.
“Possessive.” Azriel mutters, knowing based off the look on Eris’s face that he’s liking how claimed his boyfriend looks.
“Get in the shower.” Eris exasperatedly says.
Azriel obliges, and Eris takes one last look at the sweats piled on the floor before joining his boyfriend, getting them messy one more time before they get clean.
An hour earlier
It had been a few days since Azriel and Eris had been intimate with each other. Azriel didn’t blame Eris. Work, family, and other things just kept popping up, distracting them both. By the time night rolled around, they were both ready for sleep and nothing more.
Yet Azriel felt a little like a spoiled kid being denied something he always used to get. Every little thing that Eris did was starting to affect him. Eris leaning back on the couch just so, Eris bending down to grab a pan in the kitchen, Eris tying up his shoulder length hair, Eris just being Eris.
Today they finally had a break. It was Sunday, nobody was demanding their attention, and there weren’t endless chores to do in their apartment. Azriel had intended to start the day right, on top of Eris, but his boyfriend had woken up before him and made breakfast. He couldn’t be too mad, since Eris’s cooking was something sent from the heavens. But it didn’t solve his problem, which was that he ached for his lover.
Standing in their bedroom folding laundry, Azriel debated the merits of just tackling Eris to the ground, or the couch, or the bed, or all three in that order. Though what he truly wanted was for his typically composed boyfriend to feel the same sort of desperation that he did. Azriel knew that Eris had to be just as pent up as him, but his lover typically had a cooler exterior, able to deflect and distract people so they didn’t notice how much something was affecting him.
All Azriel needed to do was find something or some way that would make him irresistible to his lover and make him act first. Finished putting away their clean clothes, Azriel looks around and wonders what that may be. When his eyes snag on a pair of gray sweatpants, he smiles.
It's selfie Saturday however, I don't own a selfie stick even though I need one. Its not going to take long before I twist myself into a pretzel trying to get these angles lol
