kinktober 2024

31 | watersports. | ajawnich

Kinich has to pee. Like, really fucking bad.

He and Ajaw are walking back from a successful commission, Ajaw carrying the dead Saurians with ease. They're a long way out from home, pure grass as far as the eye can see. Not a single bathroom in sight. Kinich is a grown ass man, and he considers himself to be above the age where it is societally acceptable to piss himself like a fucking kindergartner.

Ajaw groans, wings flapping and almost hitting Kinich in the face. "Ugh, how much longer until we get home?"

Kinich despairs at the thought. "Maybe an hour?"

He knows he can't hold his pee for another hour. Kinich thinks about how much Mualani and Kachina would miss him if he were to kill himself because of this predicament.

Ajaw groans again and Kinich hopes that this next complaint— because there is no doubt that it's a complaint, considering it's Ajaw for Archon's sake— takes his mind off the urgent need to fucking piss. "What is it,
Ajaw?"

"My arms hurt, Kinich!" He wails, flapping his wings slightly harder in agitation. It pushes Kinich around a little, jostling his already full bladder. Kinich panics, immediately clenching all his muscles to prevent himself from wetting his pants like a fucking child. Especially in front of Ajaw.

Kinich sighs, "Then turn into your full dragon form instead of your human hybrid one?" Ajaw was currently half-human-half-dragon, with wings, horns, and tail. Longer arms will make it easier to carry all these guys, he had claimed. He must've forgotten he has less strength in this form.

"No! This form will do! I demand that you carry these lowly beasts instead." And he promptly drops two of the Sauriams into Kinich's arms.

Kinich stumbles and the tight control he has on his bladder is immediately taken away. He prays the panic doesn't show on his face as he struggles to adjust the dead beasts in his arms and hold his piss. "F-Fine..." he doesn't have it in him to argue with Ajaw, it'd take too much concentration away from the pee about to soak into his pants.

Ajaw studies him curiously. "What's up with you?"

This is probably the worst possible thing that could happen to Kinich right now. He sighs, subtly pressing his thighs together as he fixes his grip on the Saurian corpses again. "Nothing? Let's get back quick, I'm hungry."

But of course, nothing escapes Ajaw's notice. He sniffs the air, "You reek of desperation, Kinich." He raises an eyebrow. "What the hell are you desperate for?"

Kinich flushes with humiliation, quickening his pace as much as he can. The pressure in his bladder is driving him insane. It doesn't take Ajaw much effort to catch up with him, studying his person. It suddenly clicks for Ajaw, "Oh."

"You need to pee." Ajaw points out, and Kinich can't ignore it anymore. He squeezes his legs together even tighter, biting his lip to the point of almost drawing blood.

Ajaw huffs and takes the bodies from Kinich's arms, dropping them to the ground. Kinich can't even focus on that, too busy immediately shoving his hands between his legs to grab at his crotch like a fucking elementary schooler. His knees lock together, trying to keep the urine in his body rather than on his jumpsuit. Ajaw's expression is unreadable but his eyes are dark.

Kinich is so focused on holding his pee that when Ajaw speaks to him, he almost lets go. "Get on."

The Saurian Hunter looks up, seeing Ajaw in the full dragon form he reserves for fighting. "Huh?"

"I said get on," Ajaw huffs, grabbing ahold of the corpses and waiting for Kinich to climb onto his back. "You're not gonna make it home like that, idiot. You'd piss your pants on the way!"