Steam slipped out the cracks of the door. Levitating objects was easy enough, almost difficult to control such force. But levitating elements was something new to him.
Amiire watched as drops of water flew around his hand while the rest of their friends dripped down his skin. Despite the water pouring down his shoulders, he felt immensely hot. The prince let out a breathy moan when he felt a warm hand run down his back.
"Mekhi," he whispered as he felt lips press against the back of his neck. A pair of hands rubbed up his waist and chest. One traced over the bite mark on his collarbone.
"Amiire!" Zyair shouted as he busted into the bathroom.
Soaps, towels, razers, pills, and potions dropped to the floor as Amiire snapped out of his trans. He glanced past the shower curtain to find Zyair staring at him in concern.
"What the hell, dude? I mean I know you're pent up but jacking off never made you lose control like this."
"I wasn't jacking off!" Amiire snapped with a faint blush and Zyair sighed.
"It's starting, isn't it? The withdrawals?"
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm fine."
"Tell that to Vince's designer hair products you just assaulted."
Amiire frowned before disappearing back behind the curtain. He hugged his body before letting the water pour over his blonde hair.
"I know something that can help you. At least for the rest of the night.... Don't make me come in there."
Amiire remained silent, for despite being pulled out of his vision, he struggled to calm down. He wanted more, his body needed it.
The prince gasped when Zyair threw the shower curtain open and stepped in behind Amiire.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
"Nothing I haven't seen before, now keep quiet," Zyair said before covering Amiire's mouth and pulling him closer. He could feel Zyair's bare chest against his back as he ran his hand up his waist, the same way Mekhi did in his vision.
No longer wanting to fight his urges, Amiire moaned into Zyair's hand before letting the Molton touch him. Leaning back into his embrace, Amiire whimpered when he felt Zyair bite his ear.
"As much as I miss your cute noises, try your best to stay quiet. Don't want the others to hear you."
Stay quiet my ass. He was much more touch-starved than he anticipated. Though the pounding in his head before was gone. The consistent touches were working, but Zyair could tell they were not enough. Only then did he pin Amiire against the wall, sticking his fingers in his mouth.
Amiire stuck out his tongue, letting Zyair rub his fingers against it before pressing against him. Amiire's intent to remain quiet grew increasingly difficult shortly after.
"Looks like I wasn't the only one pent up," Amiire said as he shuffled a towel over his damp hair.
He and Zyair were in his room as Zyair smoked on the window seat, watching Amiire get dress. He grinned in amusement.
"Stress doesn't suit well with me without letting off some steam."
"Were you aiming for sex? 'Cause you know you could just ask me," Amiire chuckled as he threw on a shirt.
"Not really, just an idea. I've been imprinted on a long time ago. And when I left him, the withdrawals were excruciating. Sex became the best medicine, I didn't care who I had to get it from. But because I know you're not a slut like me, thought it'd be better if you came down with someone you're familiar with."
