i honestly like the idea of a brutal fighter!luke training in the gym until late in the evening - another day of split knuckles, purpled and red flesh, swollen lips and limbs, and the occasional dried blood caked that was caked onto his taped wrists - before collapsing face down on your bed, the serious, hard-hitting brawler now softly whimpering for your touch, so you’d straddle his lower back and carefully knead the sore, knotted muscles on his shoulders and his back - which left him groaning now beneath you, first out of pleasure, then in an attempt of humor with over-exaggerated sexual moans that left him snickering and you simply rolling your eyes.














