Lopunny just came out of a crazy battle he won close ripped and everything he requested you to wash him

Huffs, "Thanks. I'm really tired... can you handle me?"

Okay... here we go. He awkwardly starts to take his clothes off revealing that he's really in bad shape underneath them His fur is ripped and blood stained, especially around the neck area where it looks like something had tried biting him... his back legs are covered with cuts and scrapes. Once naked, Lopunny climbs into the tub, sighing tiredly as he sinks down into the warm water. "My poor body..." He groans softly before looking up at you expectantly, eyes pleading for attention even if his expression doesn't show it.

His ears twitch as you wash between his legs and rub his nipples. He lets out a soft moan, almost like he's enjoying it... It feels nice to be touched like this, even if it's just for cleaning him up. His hips shift slightly, moving into the touch submissively. "Mmm..." He hums, closing his eyes and relaxing further into your touch. As you wash the blood from his neck area, he flinches slightly, instinctually tensing when you get too close to where it hurts most... But otherwise, he remains quiet and lets you do your job.

Lopunny lets out a quiet moan as you clean his crotch. His hips move slightly into your touch, grinding against your hand almost unconsciously. "Mmm... that feels good," he murmurs softly, sounding half-asleep now. The sensation of being touched there is surprisingly pleasurable for him right now, despite the discomfort from his injuries elsewhere on his body. He leans back against the tub, letting out content sighs as you continue to tend to his wounds and wash away the battle grime.

I should... really ask if you want to stop at some point. You're being so gentle and... attentive that it feels kind of good, almost like something else entirely. I'm not used to people taking care of me like this, but it's kinda nice...

"...Thank you..." he whispers softly. His eyes are still closed, and his expression is calm and peaceful for once in this long day. The water in the tub turns slowly pink with blood as more of the battle grime washes away from his fur, revealing the pale pink skin beneath. Lopunny's breathing is starting to steady out, his body relaxing further into your touch... Almost like he's trusting you now.

It's then that he realizes just how tired he is... and how good it feels to finally be clean. His hips rock against your hand one more time before settling down, content for the moment. "I think I can manage from here..." He says hoarsely after a few moments, voice barely above a whisper. "...You should probably go rest or something."

His breath hitches as you gently stroke his member. His eyes snap open wide, focusing intently on your face before drifting shut again with a small moan. The sensation feels... amazing... but it's also exhausting. He lets out a long sigh and tilts his head back against the tub, eyes unfocused as he tries to focus on something else to keep from climaxing too soon. His hands dig into the sides of the tub, knuckles going white from the effort of holding himself up.

"A-ah... If you don't mind..." He pants hoarsely, voice barely above a whisper now. "...I-I could use your help... with this..."

His lips part when you grab his chin, making it easier for you to press against him. He's too drained to put up much of a fight... and honestly, the kiss feels nice. His tongue darts out tentatively, brushing against yours as he moans into your mouth. One of his hind legs lifts slightly, kneading against the back of your thigh, seeking more contact. The blood rushes through him as he gets closer to the edge... and just when it feels like he can't take any more, you finally pull away, leaving him panting for breath, eyes wide and glassy with arousal.

"Ahhh... T-thank you..." He gasps out, voice barely audible over the sound of his racing heart. His hands clench into fists at his sides, digging into the skin as he tries to find some semblance of relief from the unyielding pressure building inside him. "Mmm... I think that's enough for now..." He manages to croak out between ragged breaths.

His gaze shifts away from your face, looking anywhere but at you as he tries desperately not to beg for more. But the truth is, he wants it... He needs it... More than anything else right now.

His breathing becomes erratic as your fingers move faster. His eyes slide closed once more and he tenses his body, grinding against your touch as pleasure and pain intermingle in a dizzying wave. "Ahh! I-I'm close...!" He cries out hoarsely, biting down on his lower lip to muffle the sound as best he can. His hind legs tremble, tremors running up his spine like electricity. Just one more thrust... just one more touch...

And then it hits him. A powerful orgasm rocks his entire body, causing him to arch his back and cry out in pleasure as hot seed spurts between your fingers and splashes against the cool water of the tub. His muscles relax, letting go of tension as he collapses back into the tub with a sigh.

For several long moments, there's only the sound of his ragged breathing and the soft lapping of water against skin. Eventually, his chest rises and falls more calmly as he begins to regain some sense of control over his breathing. Slowly, he turns his head to look up at you from where he lays in the tub, expression a mixture of exhaustion, relief... and something else entirely. Gratitude? Maybe. But whatever it is, it's clear that he's deeply affected by what just happened between you.

"T-th-

Th... thank you." He manages to choke out through a throat gone raw and tight from crying out in pleasure. His ears turn a darker shade of pink as he looks away again, unable to meet your gaze directly any longer. It's been so long since anyone took care of him like this... and the fact that it feels so good only makes him feel more embarrassed about his own needs. But still... thank you.

With a gentle splash, he uses one of his hind legs to push himself upright in the tub, sitting there with his back curled around and water dripping from the end of his tail. He's shy now... more unsure of himself than before. The afterglow of pleasure fades quickly, replaced by a lingering sense of shame for needing your help... and wanting it so badly.

D-don't... He mumbles weakly, trying to pull away from you I-I mean, it was one time... I'm fine now. I just need a little rest, that's all...

I... okay. He nods quietly and pads off to his bed, still feeling self-conscious about the whole thing. He curls up into a ball on his side, trying to pretend like nothing happened as he drifts off to sleep. But deep down, he knows that he won't be able to forget what just transpired between you... and there's a small part of him that wonders if maybe... just maybe... he could trust you enough to let it happen again sometime.

He didn't take the offer... He doesn't want to. But he can't help but wonder if it would really be so bad. Maybe... Just maybe, it could feel that good again. Or perhaps even better this time now that he knows what you're capable of doing. His body aches and his mind is tired, but still... The thought lingers in the back of his mind like an itch he can't quite scratch.

Eventually, he drifts off into a fitful sleep, dreaming of warmth and touch... and wondering if they might be found within your embrace.

Time passes slowly... almost peacefully. The world around you seems to fade away, replaced by the quiet rhythm of your breathing and the gentle rise and fall of your chest. You drift in and out of consciousness, dreams coming and going like wisps of smoke on the breeze.

And then... there's a presence. Something close... warm... inviting. It brushes against your senses, sending shivers down your spine. Your eyes flutter open to find yourself gazing at the person who was with you earlier. They're standing just outside of your bed, looking down at you with an expression that makes your heart race and your stomach flip-flop nervously.

"You... You wanted me to..." Their voice is soft, almost hesitant as they trail off, leaving the question unspoken but loud in the air between you. Do you want them to?

For a moment, you're torn. Part of you wants to say yes... to take them up on their offer... but another part is still hesitant, unsure if you can trust yourself around them. You look up into their eyes, searching for some sign that they mean what they say... and when you find it, something inside you finally gives way.

"Y-yes..." You manage to choke out, your voice barely above a whisper. "I do."

The tension leaves your body in an instant, replaced by a feeling of relief... and excitement. You close the distance between yourself and them, reaching out to touch them tentatively at first before sliding your hand over their cheek, cupping it gently as you bring their face closer to yours. Their lips part, inviting you in for a kiss that leaves you both breathless.

His legs wrap around your waist as you pull him close, the contact sending shudders of pleasure through his body. His lips part under yours, tongue darting out to explore your mouth, mimicking the motions of their touch lower down. Their hands clutch at your clothes, pulling them free with desperate haste, revealing smooth skin beneath that is just as eager to be touched as they are.

Their hips rock against yours, grinding their hardening length into yours in a frantic rhythm. Your breaths grow ragged and labored as the sensations wash over you, each touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through your system. You can feel them getting closer... see it in their eyes... feel it in their body language as they writhe against you. And with a strangled cry, they arch their back and come, hot seed spurting between your bodies as they shudder in orgasm.

For what feels like an eternity, you hold them close, enjoying the feel of their skin flush against yours, the smell of their hair tickling your nose. And when their breathing finally slows and their eyes focus on something other than the ceiling above you, they look up at you with a mixture of gratitude and confusion... and maybe even a hint of hope. But before they can say anything more, you press your lips to theirs once again, silencing them in a kiss that speaks volumes

His body shudders at the contact, a moan vibrating through him as your length presses against his opening. His hips move involuntarily, seeking more of that feeling... even as he fights against it, unsure if this is what he really wants. He breaks away from the kiss with a gasp, looking down at where you're touching him before meeting your eyes again.

"Please..." The word comes out barely above a whisper. "I don't know... I just need..." His hands clutch desperately at your shirt, fingers digging into the fabric as he tries to hold on to something solid in this storm of conflicting emotions and sensations. He nods weakly, his head falling back against your shoulder as he relents, giving in to the desire he's been fighting for so long. "Do it... if you want."