The Fervorous Prince | Ominis Gaunt

Ch 25. Makeups & Makeouts

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When they didn't find him in the main salon, they ran to Sebastian's dorm. He wasn't there either.

MC looked at him."Maybe he's in the bathroom?"

Sebastian shuffled through Ominis' wardrobe to look for his toiletries. When he found them, he rested his hands on his hips. "Where in Merlin's name is he? It's after curfew."

MC stared at the floor. "I think I know where."

She took his hand and led him up to the Floo point. She grabbed some powder from the basin and kept her grip tight on him as she networked them to the Room of Requirement.

Sebastian gawked at the features of the room. He was taking in every last detail. "What the hell is this, MC?"

She forgot that she had never introduced him to it before. "Room of Requirement, but there's no time, Sebastian. I'll explain later."

She looked over at the empty piano bench. She figured he would have been playing away, that somber tune thickening the air, but he wasn't. She glanced towards the hallway leading down to the bedroom. She gulped and made her way down while Sebastian checked the vivariums.

The door at the bottom was ajar. She slowly pushed it the rest of the way open.

There he lay on her bed, tangled in the sheets, and appeared to be fast asleep. He was shirtless, and MC couldn't help but admire his beautiful pale skin again. It was the first time she had seen his bare chest in months.

And, god, had she missed it.

As much as she wanted to break the news to him, she would rather let him rest peacefully, even if it was in her bed. She knew that he had been running himself ragged taking care of Sacharissa while maintaining good marks in class.

She always admired his ambition.

She began to shut the door when she noticed he was moving around in the bed, almost rhythmically.

She squinted her eyes to get a better look.

He was moving his arm back and forth above the sheets. She could also hear his panting now.

'Is he... masturbating?' she thought.

"Ah, fuck..." he growled in that strained deep voice that she knew so well. It was the same growl that he would sound when he would penetrate her.

'Yep. Definitely masturbating.'

He was gripping the sheets against his nose, taking long huffs of the scent that she would leave on them. It was a mixture of her perfume and her natural scent.

He had his length in his other hand, but she noticed something out of place on it.

He was stroking a pair of her pink nylon bikini panties against himself. She could see the outline of his cock as he pulled them down against him, stretching out the fabric.

He was trying to immerse himself in her.

"Oh fuck," he whispered between sniffs of the blanket. "MC, yes..."

She covered her mouth as she watched him fantasize about her. He must have grabbed the panties from her dresser. She didn't know what to do. Does she alert him to her presence? Does she walk away and let him remain none the wiser?

She could only feel the thrill of learning that he had apparently missed her as much as she had missed him. It made her wonder how often he had been in here.