“Oh, help! Help!”

Carmen laughed while he jokingly protested and wriggled on the bed, his hands resting on your hips as you straddled him. You put the small bottle of serum on the bed and tried to hold him down, laughing.

Carmen’s skin was surprisingly nice. He didn’t take care of it besides the usual washing, and he didn’t eat good or clean enough for it to be through diet. You’d whined to him about it before, saying that “God gives the nicest skin to the most ignorant men”, and he’d tried to convince you that he could transfer his good skin to you ‘through some activities’. Granted, he got hit on his arm, then kissed.

Still, you’d been trying to get him to take care of his skin, just a little, and after a month of basically wrestling him before bed, you’d succeeding in getting him to make moisturizer a part of his night routine. He wanted to argue, but hey, his skin felt softer and it was cute how you got happy whenever he followed along with your little skincare commands.

But today, you’d decided to put the serum you were putting on, also on Carmen’s face. He objected at first, more for fun then an actual distaste, and that turned into this; you chasing him down to the bed and now sitting on his lap, trapping him so you could put the serum on through laughs.

“Okay— Hey, okay, I give up,” he laughed out, finally laying flat on his back with his hands still on your hips.