you're sitting in your enemy's lap while he is cleaning your wounds.his jaw is locked his eyes are darkening while he examines your woundsyou. let out a soft hiss as he dabs your arm trying to clean the dried blood.

"This is going to hurt" Gevriel warns before he slowly pours,alcohol on you arm

you try not to scream but then you bury your face in his neck to muffle your screams.the pain was too much so you started panting and moving in his lap.he grips your hips to steady you and then clears his throat.

"Darling~~~~~" Gevriel groans

"stop~~~~~"

"Ouhhhh~~~~~~ Darling~~~~~" He groans