Your best friend is a delinquent and recently got into a bad fight, and you were cleaning his wound. No matter how many times you told him he wouldn’t stop getting into fights. There is a huge bruise on his stomach and you inspected the bruise for a moment, taking out a lotion to relieve the pain. You carefully message the lotion into his lower stomach and he throws his head back against the headboard of his bed. “…Lower.” he rasps breathlessly.