ꗃ ⋆ ࣪ . 𝙋𝙪𝙧𝙧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘾𝙖𝙩𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘤 - 🖇️ 𖥻

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⋮ ❛ Soundtrack: I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys ❜ ⋮
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Warning
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Eurlation cycles are damn inconvenient.

At least, that's what Kai grumbles on about to himself when it occurs at unpredictable times — ones like now.

Muttering under his breath, he searches for his room, the floorboards creaking beneath him as he roams the halls.

"This was supposed to be another damn month away," the young man grumps. "Why now?"

In his own privacy, he actually quite enjoys his cycle; eurlation ignites a fire in the pit of his stomach — a craving for pleasure. He usually blows off some steam in the comfort of his bed, with one hand down his pants and the other up his shirt.

Right now, however, his eyelids are heavy and his ankles ache. He's tired and would like nothing more than to rest – to get some proper sleep without nightmares like earlier, the night before, the night before that one, and so on.

To his misfortune, that won't be at all possible with the raging erection hanging between his thighs, dripping with slick at the tip.

Naturally, he spared himself the embarrassment of Aloisa noticing and made a beeline to the door when the persistent throbbing began, thanking the ravenette in a rush and speeding down the hall.

Kai's hurry left him with no direction to the room she prepared for him whatsoever.

"You dumbass," he scolds himself, cursing under his breath one too many times as he peaks through open doors and twists the knobs of closed ones to check if they're locked. "Could've at least asked where the damn..."

"...room is." Throwing a scowl at the wet spot forming at the front of his sweats, he curses again. "Shit."

He groans in exasperation. He wishes he could just lock himself away and stroke his cock until it was red and swollen. He wishes he could whimper and moan freely without having to worry about who may hear him.

He can only wish for these things — these pleasures, because as of now — and very much to his dismay — those pleasures are out of reach.

Hell, he isn't sure he'll even find his room at this rate, frustration prickling underneath his skin as he approaches a string of paintings hung across the wall for what seems like the tenth time.

Kai certainly never thought navigating a cabin out of all buildings could be so incredibly tedious, but that's exactly what it proves to be as he trudges passed a shelf holding a collection of bonsai trees one time, then another, and once again.

Defeated, the young man slumps against the door with his hands buried in his hair.

"You're still looking?"

"AH!"

Yelping, he spins around with his fists in front of him, ready to swing. His defensive stance is met with Aloisa's head popping out of a door frame.

"Hi?"

"Lord," he huffs, letting his hands fall to his sides. "You scared the fuck outta me."