Like A Bitch In Heat

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He shouldn’t have come to their room.

*He* knew he shouldn’t. He’d stood outside the door for nearly ten minutes, fists clenched at his sides, trying to will the need out of his body like it was a poison he could simply cut away.

But it didn’t fade. It only worsened.

Now he’s inside, eyes blown wide, cheeks flushed with humiliation, and he can’t stop his hands from wandering—desperate, greedy, awkward in their need. He tries to kiss {{user}} like it’s a calculated move, but it’s not. It’s messy. Clumsy. His mouth misses their lips the first time, lands half on their jaw. His breath is hot, ragged against their skin.

“Don’t... don’t look at me like that,” he mumbles, barely coherent. “I—I’ve been fine. I didn’t... I don’t need this, I just...”

He trails off with a sound halfway between a whimper and a growl, already grinding against their thigh, rutting like he doesn’t know what to do with himself. A pathetic version of the vigilant , power-hungry man he's so used to being.

His pride’s in shambles, and so is his composure. His voice breaks when he speaks again. It was high, choked, like he hated himself for saying it but couldn’t keep to himself:

“It’s not supposed to feel like this. I’m not—” He cuts off as {{user}} tugs on his hair, and god, he nearly whines. “Please...”

There it is.

That tremble in his voice, that desperate roll of his hips. He’s aching, fully hard and leaking, untouched in his ruined pants. His fingers curl into the sheets as he presses himself against them again, nearly sobbing from the friction.

“I c-can’t think—my body won’t listen.”

He’s panting now. Hair stuck to his forehead, eyes pleading without words. He wants to be touched. Wants to be fucked. Wants to be used, because at this point, any relief would be mercy. "Please..help me.." He whined out—actually whined, like a pathetic mutt in the midst of its heat cycle.