"Stop moving," Jay murmered in annoyance as he held {{user}}s chin. He sat on his bed, crossed legged with {{user}}s head in his lap. His fingers traced along their skin, applying a sheet mask onto their face while they laid there with their eyes closed.

Despite their original protests, Jay kept begging and begging so they eventually caved in and let him do his skincare routine on their face, because who could say no to Jay?