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[ It's awful how overwhelming and empowering certain urges can get. For months he did a great job in exercising perfect self-control for he slept in the same bed with someone that wasn't interested in engaging in physical activities. Why is this happening at all?
It's stupid and annoying because he is involved with someone— he shouldn't have to deal with this on his own, but his object of affection is nowhere to be found.
Damn.
Victim of pent up desires, he has no option but to lock himself in the nearest available room. As he undoes some of his clothes to do something about the heat tingling and crawling across his skin, his eyes widen in horror as he notices a silhouette near a window not far from where he is. He has company. ]