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'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.]
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.]