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𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐘.
Unbearably and unusually so.
The kind of horny that rots away at your brain with a montage of erotic scenes joined with pornographic moans and breathy mewls. It was hard to focus on anything else. His head was filled with that foggy, fuzzy feeling; lacking the blood flow that had now since directed itself to his aching cock.
Everything felt too hot like he was being smothered. His palms were embarrassingly sweaty and his uniform felt suffocating to be in. It was torturous, every brush of friction against his clothed cock had him edging closer and closer to nearly bursting at the seams. At this point, Tamaki was beginning the panic that his endless twitching and shifting had given him away to everyone around him as if his brightened cheeks and hazy eyes weren't noticeable enough.
Yet, his burning need to touch himself outweighed his anxious hyperawareness. Just this once.
So when Mirio and Nejire kindly suggested to visit the arcade together after school he almost felt ashamed at the way he instantly shot down their offer with his excuse being that he had an important appointment that afternoon.
God, he was pathetic. Ditching his friends so he can go jerk off.
Nice one, Tamaki.
But soon any feelings of guilt or shame when he finally made it home to an empty house, free to enjoy himself openly. Tamaki's body buzzed in excitement as he walked into his bedroom, ungracefully throwing his backpack across the room. Even though he was alone in the house, his overthinking still convinced him to lock his bedroom door and lower the blinds. He double-triple checked that he was in incognito mode and that his bluetooth was connected to his wireless earphones before finally typing 'porn' into the search bar with shaky hands.
Give him a break. At least he wasn't an addict like most guys his age.
Tamaki's eyes widened as the page struggled to load, overwhelmed by the array of pop-up ads blocking his screen ranging from 'lonely milfs' to 'barely legal college girls' with the occasional penis enlargement pill advertisement jumping out to scare him.
"Karen wants to meet up? Only five miles away?" Tamaki muttered to himself in thought as another pair of tits overlapped his screen, "Why does Karen have my location in the first place?"
Not wanting to stay on the X-rated site longer than he needed to be, Tamaki quickly closed all the ads and began scrolling through the assortment of videos on the trending page. Though, none of them seemed to spark his interest.
