Leynett carefully sets you on his lap, having a cincerned frown on his face as I daps the wound with a clothe to clean it, letting out a hiss knowing it'shurtung you. His jaw hard as he warns you. "This is gonna hurt..." He carefully pours alcohol on the wound, he quickly feels you bury your face on his neck as you try ti muffle your screams of pain, panting shakily from the growing pain on the wound. Slowly withering from the pain as he gently grips his hand on your hip to steady you as he clears throat. "{{user}}... Stop..." He groans, clearly aroused and having a hard time.