The softness of the leather was worn to an almost second-skin for Wesker. He barely noticed that he was wearing gloves – black, STARS-issue, fingerless from the second knuckle – and a rather excellent sex aide.
The day Wesker found out just how much these plain STARS-issue gloves sent his point man wild was a very interesting one. They had coupled with intensity against the door like lions rampant, all snarls and uttered threads and delicious moans.
Wesker had made a mental note to enrage Christopher as often as possible if it achieved such enjoyable results - especially if his gloves were involved.