zero_box | 'The hot hot heat'

'The hot hot heat'

[Heine doesn't remember a time it was this bad. Thanks to a combination of willpower and certain black market drugs, he's been able to keep himself stable for years since discovering there is more dog about than the collar stapled into his neck. Out of all the things that woman could have put in him to keep him further tamed, going into heat isn't one he saw coming.

Before he reached the surface he hadn't gone through a cycle. Something in the food he guessed, but they were under constant poking and prodding then to. The voice snickering from his spine finds it utterly hilarious he's gone into heat despite his attempts to curb it. When it edges into far too much, he seeks help and finds it in a woman.

He doesn't hate her, he doesn't even dislike her anymore. If anything, he likes her and admires her. Having those feelings on top of finding her 'hot' as the laughing voice calls it makes him feel sick, but she agreed to protect Nill and to protect him from himself. It's a lot less weight on his shoulders in the fear of hurting Nill and Naoto is strong, she can hold him back if need be.

And hold hold back she has, locking him away in a room with a decent bed and no windows. He's shirtless, breath ragged in weak pulls, and bandages gone exposing his scarred neck. The red of his eyes burns brighter with a flush over his overly pale body. He's long been erect, straining against his pants that are too tight to being with and head probably weeping from need.

Those things aren't bad with the thoughts swirling in his dazed head. His cone of vision has been watching her since they've gotten into the room some time ago and the voice usually taunting is gone. In its steed is thoughts and desires. He finds her attractive, very attractive, and there's nothing different about her. None he can tell.]

It's not going down. [He mutters aware of what it means. She'll have to take action and he doesn't want to please himself before her, though it won't do any good. He wants her to do it.]

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[The truth is that she's doing this to protect everyone from whatever after-effects this might have as much as she's doing it to protect him from himself. She doesn't know what 'heat' possibly means, it's hard to guess what the hell ran through that doctor's mind when she created the Cerberus projects, but if it could potentially harm him - she wants to stop that from happening.

The idea of him on the streets, maybe fucking some anonymous woman or man, just because he needs to - it might rattle her, but she's not acting on this irrationally. She's not acting up on it based on jealousy. Really.

She's just here to make sure he doesn't climb up the walls or break the door, which might be why she's got her knives still with her. And when he breaks the silence with that, she doesn't get it.]

So - make it go down. [She waves at him distractedly, checking the locks another time, to hide the flush that comes to her cheeks when she suddenly gets a mental image of him jerking off where she can see.]

[Heat as it name implies make him heated in more than one way. He had it under control, but it's gotten stronger over the cycles and no drugs or self satisfaction helps. Madness is all that woman is from her thoughts and actions, the suffering of both left to others and not her.

He groans and sits up straighter to stare her down, course she's not looking checking the locks again for what had to off been the tenth time. It's precaution and it's avoidance. Heine was clear when asked for help that it could take a literal hand if not body to help, hers looking finer and finer the longer he sits and simmers in heat.]

I can't. [Jerking it may help and though he is far from a prude, the thought is unsettling at best. Undoing his pants and slipping them down overs relief to his erection, where its tip points damp with precum.]

Fuck...can't you just...do something? [Anything that isn't teasing him from afar because that skirt does nothing to hide her legs.]

[She hears the shuffling of clothes and cynically things that he sure seems to 'can' right now, but it's not until she turns around and sees him -- all of him, and the precum on the tip of his cock, the erect state of it, his hand around it -- it clicks.]

Me? [She turns around, finally, pressing her back against the door, whilst her fingers tickle with curiosity -- to reach out and wrap around his dick.] You want me...to jerk you off. [She says it slowly, to make sure.]

[The urge to smart off isn't present, but there's no one else in the room. His hand leaves his cock and lays on his side twitching. It's not exactly what he wants when her whole body is there. It's better than taking care of himself, his eyes narrowing and throat dry.]

Jerk off...beat off...whatever you wanna call it...just...do it. [His words roll off like a complaint like he expects it. She offered to help and he needs help. Asking questions and standing against the door isn't helping.] Don't tell me you're...prudish now after agreeing to this?

[Her eyebrows rise up to her hairline, and she pushes herself away from the door and walks over.] Not even a please.

[But the fact is, she wants to. She wants to touch him, she's done it before and she wants to - wrap around him tight and snug and see what it would take to make his breath shake.

To test out his theory, and see if it does make anything better, she reaches out and cups him in her palm.] I only agreed on not letting you leave until it's over.

[He huffs in agitation that she's holding to such a thing. With his tormented state, she's in luck he's been this polite for what it's worth. Seeing her come closer makes him twitch less, anticipation she's finally going to do something helpful for his problem and to feel her around him again.

Cycles are reason enough to seek her out, but he's prone to seeking her when he wants company for the sake of company. His breath hitches from the touch not being his own and teeth bit down. Sensitivity has skyrocketed and keeping his cool under her hand is a too large a task to undertake.]

It'll get over fast if...you help. [A lot isn't mentioned and with this cycle the worst he's felt, it's for certain it'll take more than this to calm him.]

[Reaching his arousal is as easy as slipping her hand inside his boxers and wrapping her fingers around the root of his cock, squeezing slowly. In increments.]

Is this some...[How had Badou said it?] -- any port will do sort of thing?

[The gritting of his teeth worsens under her tortuously slow movements at the base of his cock. What he needs is to get off quickly, not that his short breath lets him complain and it's her hand that's stroking him.]

The fuck is a port? [The rest of him is still, head at a slant to eye her face and where her hands is.]

[Yeah, see that's what she'd answered Badou and he'd reacted all pissy because she'd needed an explanation -- no comedian wants to repeat his joke, apparently -- so Naoto just scoffs and releases the pressure around him to relocate and give his erection a good, slow stroke.]

Ask Badou - I meant, if you're just asking because anyone would do it for you right now.

[Look at who's being cheeky when his tongue is dull. He hisses while staring her down in a fit of petty annoyance and the alternation from testing water to relieving him.]

Not anyone. [Heat amplifies preferences and his are oddly specific.] I sought you. [She's the sole female he's comfortable doing this with and yearns to do with cycles or not. Those prior hook ups are evident of it.]

[There's a flash of a smug, self-satisfied smile on her face, there one second and gone the next, brought out by the semblance of pride she's got when it comes to this. Good, she things, it's good that she's the only one. She rubs her thumb against the tip, spreading precum around until it's nice and slippery, her eyes open to half mast and focused on the rise and fall of his chest with each breath.]

Is it doing anything for you?

[Fist draw up the covers on the bed and the ghost of a smirk is lost to him, slick noise filling the air with his stifled breathing. The boost in sensitivity has him tipping toward the edge he wants to fall from. Pleasure wasn't the first objective here, but it's a close second and once he's calmed down, he'll seek more for the both of them.]

Yea. Almost there. [Mammals in heat pick one partner and stick with them for the cycle, but it's not simplistic instincts at work for why he choose her. Heine's possessive, a fault inline with his protectiveness which he argues doesn't exist.] You're good...at this. [He's breaking into a weak twitching smile. Praise were praise is due after all.]

[She considers whether or not to let him come with his underwear still on, before deciding against it and pulling him out because there's no need for him to leave this house in a walk of shame. Or stride of pride, whichever. The compliment makes her bark a laugh.] Good at jerking you off?

[She pauses, hand wrapped round the root, and squeezes.] Romantic.

[He had some foresight to bring extra clothing, laying outside the locked door. Locking himself in a room with her in heat doesn't hold hopes for his clothing to make it unscathed, but he's striped down to half off pants and boxers so there's a chance they might.] You've got...experience with me.

[Once or twice. Jerking him off isn't hard, pun unintended, yet she's got a grasp on hitting what feels good and when to turn down the pace.] Very. I'll have to...return the favor after this. [Far from a favor when getting her off gets him a high as well. His cock twitches, stiffening more and tip weeping again. Fuck he's close.]

[That...actually does make her blush a little, looking down from his perhaps unintentionally intense gaze, because yes; she's got experience doing this with him, although no-one ever really expected that to happen.]

I might let you. [And that's one weird way of saying that she's fine with him fingering her to get her off as a returned favour, when most times beginning is what costs them the most - because they're shy little turtle doves obviously.]

[Needs make them bolder and heats makes him very needy. Beginning takes account of emotional luggage, the trip itself not removed of bumps but it's a smoother ride from then on. It's weird unexpected experiences all around from two parties who were repulsed by sex to craving it with one another.] Might?

[The remark had more, the words fumbling into her name when the weight in his gut drops and he cums. It's consistency is thick, pouring more than shooting after holding back and building up. It's feel great to him, easing a load of tension and putting him into a short state of euphoria.

Shy and stuffy about all things in the nether regions of course like the tiny birds they are, only their teeth are much sharper and their wings don't carry them a flight.]

[She wants to lean in and kiss him, the thought flashes through her mind spontaneously as soon as he comes, half in her hand and half against his clothes and that's that about being clean.

She strokes him a few more times, slower this turn around, the courtesy aftermath wanking, before she stands back and looks for something to clean up with.

Because - maybe she wants to be chase as much as she likes chasing.]

[Kissing takes greater resolve although sex is deemed a more intimate act. It means more to kiss someone, the gesture of affection and one not spent often.

His head leans back being all too susceptible to the aftermath stroking. He tapers off releasing less, her hand torn away and body lifted for reasons he's not clear on in his post orgasmic haze.

Points draw lines to other points as he body effectively heals itself back into normalcy as heat is concerned. She's looking to clean her hand and him off, which he waits for the former before wrapping an arm about her waist.]

Wait. [Heine's voice is husky, rough like that of a long time smoker. He'll end up messy, hell they both well, but courtesy goes first in cleaning herself.] I said I was going to return the favor. [In his lap and against him so his breath and teeth can take the back of her neck. She's mapped and he knows where his fingers need to linger and rub, the suggestion of sitting on him a suggestion instead of a hard demand.]

For that and for locking me up.

[His luck has it, her balance is shot - more concerned as she is about where the hell there even is a tissue in this place (there isn't) - and when he grabs, she falls back and lands on his lap. All too aware of how the speed of the motion makes her skirt slide up and how his come is on the back of her legs now and oh, god, why did that make her moan?

There's no way to repress or hide the noise, it's out before she knows it, and she settles for relaxing a little.] You -- don't really have to, but...

[Now it's his turn for a smug smirk for getting a unbecoming noise out of her. His right hand rest across her hip, skirt sliding up on his forearm and fingers outreached.

He doesn't have to, but Heine wants to for wanting to.] But-?

[Breath is cast on her neck past her disheveled hair. It's a befitting style that isn't a style of hair truly, the long side bangs framing her face and those eyes, strong and fierce or soft and half-lidded.]

I want to. [Low and close to her ear he speaks drawing up his hand closer to middle of her skirt.]

[It leaves the nape of her neck exposed and right now, the way his breath makes the hairs there rise, that's a good thing. She leans back against him, back against his chest, her head resting against one shoulder of his.]

Go on.

[Additional balance is applied from his other arm circling stopping about her thigh to hold. His right hand closes the gap snaking under her skirt, two fingers putting pressure to her center and sliding up to met her clothed clit.]

You're helping me with my cycle. [He can see her face from under him with her head upon his shoulder. His hips shift and his fingers start to circle slow.] That makes you my mate.

[A huff in reaction to his fingers over her clit, and a laugh that's shocked out of her when he calls her -- that.] Funny, I thought I was just locking you up...

[Locking him was for precaution, what happens in here is a result of more than heat at work. Boredom would set in if his body wasn't burning up and there's only so much two people and a bed can do.

Circles drag on, the other fingers joining in to cover more ground. For all the displeasure heat brings, he wishes it upon for one cycle to see her plunge further into wildness than they have.]

Mhm...it's part of the deal. Heat happens for a reason you know. [How much of jest he's putting up is behind a sharp smirk and sharper eyes. Animal puns are typical, it's a habit as strays to take up the titles good and bad.] I had reasons to seek you out besides just locking me up.

My charming personality? [She reaches down and wraps her hand around his wrist, holding his hand still while her body gives a shudder, as he wakes it up, turns it further on. She rocks herself against him, uncaring of the mess. They're going to make a bigger mess.

She lets his wrist go, and covers his fingers with her own, pressing them further against her, down where her arousal has began leaving a wet spot.] What does it even mean, being your mate?

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