(Because trolls go through this shit- *wink wonk*)
✖️Hikaru✖️
Hikaru was never really the troll who showed he was in heat, since he was more of a dominant type than most.
But on rare occasions, the horniness would catch him off guard and send him into a discomfort.
Like it did just now as he was painting.
The troll bit his lip harshly as had it hit him like a freight train, hand gripping tightly onto his paintbrush whilst his eyes darkened.
His fins had fluttered wildly as a groan slipped past his lips, tent appearing in his jeans.
"Shit~" He growled lowly, licking his lips. "The fucking cycle will be the death of me~"
Quickly and shamelessly, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his bulge, hissing as it curled around his hand due to its slight sensitivity.
Hikaru didn't give a damn if anyone saw him apparently.
Nor would he ever in the near future.
Slowly, achingly slow perhaps, he began to stroke himself and groaned lowly, eyes closing half way, having a perverted daydream flitter across his mind.
"Mm~ Hell yeah~ Shit, angel~"
If anyone visited him while he was in this state; they might as well scream rape~
✖️Tikore✖️
Now, since Tikore was different from his brother, he showed that he was in heat quite easily.
Mm, poor submissive baby just couldn't hide it no matter how hard he tired.
"Nn~ F-Frick..." He bit his lip as he awkwardly shifted on the piano stool, legs crossed.
It struck him hard during practice.
His cheeks were a soft fuchsia or violet, depending upon the lighting, and he tried to focus on his task.
Only to get distracted by naughty thoughts a few seconds later.
Tikore panted quietly and fought the urge to fuck himself with his bulge, too innocent for that action.
He squirmed once more in his seat, fins fluttering with strain.
"I-I need help~" He moaned out quietly with a slow lick of his lips, cheeks blazing.
The troll made a seductive sound as he began grinding onto the chair.
