Once Fate Became Twisted | Man x Boy | Ⅱ

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When Isoloses woke up a day or so later, he felt very, very warm. His skin felt hypersensitive, his mind was lagging behind a slight bit, and there was a layer of sweat clinging to his skin. He was just a little on edge, and he felt starving. He had lugged himself out of bed and then continued to shower and then hunted down the kitchen and had ordered like four different things and ate all of it. Once he finished that, he hunted down Naevys and accompanied him around until Naevys had to head to a meeting in town and asked him to stay home.

Isoloses didn't mind, especially, however, he was getting more and more uncomfortable as the light moon cycle passed. He was only getting hotter and more on edge as the day passed, and his appetite seemed unquenchable. He'd drank like six pints of water in the six or so hours that Naevys had been gone. He felt a little like he'd been dipped in an aphrodisiac but like a mild one. Nothing serious that he couldn't handle, for sure, but even so.

He didn't really know what the problem was, and he wasn't really sure what to do about it. All the Elven housekeepers were avoiding him like crazy, as well. Way more than normal. Even as he walked down the hallway they hurried in the other direction like he was poisonous.

After a while of roaming around Naevys's castle and having people run away from him, he decided to lock himself in Naevys's bedroom. It was comfortable and less stressful. He couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, his mind roaming over to Naevys every few seconds. He was distinctly not all that tired, though he was feeling a little energy depleted. He wasn't really sure what the deal was.

He was just... uncertain. He didn't really know how to deal with this. The whole thing was unfamiliar, he just was uncomfortable. So uncomfortable, and it wasn't normal by any means. His head felt all foggy and confused, just slow, and weird. He wanted Naevys.

Fuck, Isoloses groaned, rolling over to bury his face in Naevys's pillow. He was going to lose his fucking mind and he didn't even begin to know what the problem was. After a couple of seconds of keeping his face buried in Naevys's pillow, his skin began to tingle and burn more, his cock hardening slightly. He let out a groan and rolled over onto his back, his hand rubbing against his cock a bit.

Pleasure washed through him and he let out a groan, his eyes slipping closed.

He wanted Naevys, he wanted to curl up beside him and run his hands all over his body, feel his warmth and softness. He smelled so good, and the entire nest smelled just like him. Now that he'd caught the scent of it fully, it was all he could focus on. Apples and rain, so sweet and tangy and delicious. He wasn't fully able to think really, all he wanted was to hold him. Isoloses's cock hardened more and pushed against his boxers and pants, pulling a moan from his mouth.

Isoloses let out a shaky breath and reached his hand down and struggled against the zipper for a moment before he quickly managed to pull it down. He pulled himself out of his boxers and let out a sigh as he felt the pressure against it somewhat release. He curled his hand around the base of his cock and squeezed tightly, halfway mindless as he tried to chase his erection away. He hated masturbating, though he had done it on rare occasions when in a rut when Naevys couldn't meet him for whatever reason. 

He'd always rather relieve himself with Naevys, not so much without him. His sexual appetite had been so compressed for so long that he never really desired sex when he wasn't with Naevys. He didn't really feel sexual desire after the injection that his father gave him. He didn't really enjoy sex, or any part of it until he met Naevys. His attraction to him had been instant, and all he could really remember about the night they met was how fucking fantastic it felt to have Naevys ride him.