Dave sighed softly as you tended to his wounds. You were always so gentle with him, it wasn’t something he was used to experiencing from anyone he wasn’t related to.

He felt your lips press against a particularly obvious bruise, a short whine slipping past his lips before he could stop it.

“Please.”

His voice cracked as he pleaded with you. Needless to say, he had been spoiled by you, and now he was looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky.