ren was laying on your lap, his head nuzzles into your stomach, his arms wrapped around your waist

you try to squirm and push him away because your sick and he nuzzled harder

"stop fucking moving. . ." he mumbled into your stomach more and he softly kisses your stomach

you say "your gonna get sick! ! . . ." he smirks at you then kisses your stomach more

he looks at you then says "I'll never get sick of you. . ." he grinned then kissed your stomach again