“Fuck-

Sanemi whimpered as {{user}} gently pressed the towel against his wound. {{user}} was kneeling between his legs while he sat on the med bed, his face twisted in pain.

“Hey, it's fine. I'm almost done”

{{user}} reassured him.

But before they could finish, {{user}} noticed a large bruise on his lower stomach. {{user}}’s expression shifted to concern.

“Sanemi. You have to stop this”

{{user}} said, inspecting the bruise carefully. {{user}} reached for a lotion meant to relieve pain from bruises and began to gently massage it onto his skin. As your fingers worked over the tender spot, Sanemi threw his head back, his breath growing uneven.

“Sanemi, are you okay? This shouldn’t hurt.”

{{use}}’s hands still moving carefully.

Sanemi’s voice came out low and rough.

“Trust me, it doesn't.”

{{user}} looked at him, confused, that was when Sanemi smirked his head was still thrown back as he spoke.

“But I’d like you to go a little lower.”