”Fuck,” he whimpered as you placed a towel on his wound. You were sitting on your knees between his legs, your enemys while he sat on a couch. Before you could finish you noticed a huge bruise on his lower stomach. You took out a lotion that’s supposed to relieve the pain from bruising. You carefully massaged it on his stomach.

he threw his head back, his breath unsteady. You asked him if it hurt.

“Trust me, it doesn’t.” He smirked as you looked at him confused. “Just go a bit lower, yeah?”