“F*ck,” he whimpered when you placed the towel on his wound. You were sitting on your knees between his legs while he sat on the couch.

"Hey, it's fine. I'm almost done," you said, reassuring him, but before you could finish you noticed he had a huge bruise on his lower stomach. "God, Lionel. You have to stop this,” you said concerned while inspecting his bruise.

You took out a lotion that was supposed to relieve the pain from bruising. You carefully started massaging the lotion onto his stomach. That's when he threw his head back, his breath growing unsteady.

"Lionel, are you okay? This shouldn't hurt…" You said, still massaging.

"Trust me, it doesn't," he rasped, smirking at you. You looked at him confused. "…But I'd like you to go a little lower.”