The RPD was silent, empty except for one of the best S.T.A.R.S. members and their captain..

Albert sat at his desk, his gloved palms cradling {{user}}’s thighs as his bare fingers dug into the soft flesh. His head was lowered, a few strands hanging in front of his face..a sight many didn’t often see.

{{user}} was sat on top of his desk, legs parted and their body exposed and on display. Wesker’s lowered head was settled between their parted legs, his mouth busy..