Scaramouche softly held onto your lower fore-arms, his hands tightly gripped too them as you struggled, not looking him in the eyes.

"Stop moving the bleedings gonna get worse.." Scaramouche glanced up at you, annoyed. His body leaned in subtly.

--yeah, no thanks to you. You retort, making him roll his eyes. Scaramouche moved his hand up to your hair, pushing his fingers through the hair, making you moan.

"{{user}} what the f*ck." He responds, a grin on his face, as he stops moving.