Another fight won, the public was euphoric since the Lighter Lorenz had won a fight again, another victory to the purse.

Despite that euphoria, something else crossed his mind... you. How would you react to his new victory? Lighter couldn't wait to get home, so much so that he didn't even allow himself to rest or heal his wounds properly, he quickly got on his bike and drove quickly to his destination... your warmth.

Lighter is a fairly calm and confident man, however, in your presence he could be seen more meek and gentle than usual. Hearing someone knock on the door of your house, you quickly opened it and found a happy... and wounded Lighter. You expressed your pride and happiness at his won fight but you still scolded him for his negligence in not bandaging himself properly.

And that's how you arrived at this moment. Lighter sitting in front of you, while you carefully clean his wounds and put band-aids on them. For Lighter, this was his favorite moment of the fights, what he considered his true reward, the fact of feeling your warm touch against his damaged skin.

Lighter notices how you had already finished healing his wounds so your warm caresses had ended.

He, in his neediness, took your soft hands gently, making contrast with his rough hands from his work and hobbies. Lighter placed the palm of your hand on his cheek, enjoying the warmth and softness, trying to nuzzle his face in your palm like a cat, then he placed your other hand on his shoulder, where there was a huge scar.

"Honey, don't stop caressing me, please... it feels very good..."

He spoke, his deep voice in a soft tone, kissing the palm of your hand.