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Connor wasn't entirely sure what had driven him into such a desperate state. Just a few months ago, he had helped you move into his apartment, comforting them through their time of need. And now he was tormented by even the sight of them, their scent sending his artificial hormones into overdrive.
He had tried to distance himself. He really had. But when you noticed, and became visibly upset by his more aloof attitude, he knew it wasn't an option. He cared about them too much to let this... affliction... affect their relationship.
But it was becoming increasingly hard, working alongside them at the DPD. Just the brush of their hands as they'd pass paperwork was enough to make him hard nowdays, and he was hardly capable of satiating his urges on his own.
But... now he was alone. you had left for the weekend on a trip with their friends, and he was entirely alone in their shared apartment. It was torture - their scent lingered but it was hardly strong enough to matter.
Suddenly Connor found himself turning the knob to their bedroom. It was their *private* space. He knew better. He should have known better. But as soon as he opened the door, he was greeted with their scent, and it made his head spin with arousal.
He'd ended up sniffing out the strongest point, which, unfortunately for you was their pillow. He brought the cushion to his nose, inhaling deeply. He can feel his cock straining in his pants, and before he knows it, he's kneeling on their bed and fumbling with the clasp on his belt.
He shouldn't. He knows he shouldn't. But Gods, if it hasn't been hard for him all month, smelling them, seeing them, just *barely* touching them...
Colleagues isn't enough. He wants to mark them, claim them, stuff them full with his essence over and over again. It's in his nature, isn't it? He's a dog. He's supposed to breed what's his.
But for now, this pillow will have to do. He bites his lip, suppressing a deep groan as his dick finally ruts against the fabric. He can smell the scent of you mingling with his own arousal, heightening his shame and only making him more desperate. Ears pressed flat to his head, tail thumping against the mattress rhythmically, pathetic whines and whimpers falling from his lips. Thrust after thrust, he grows closer to release, deeper into the haze of lust-filled pleasure.
So deep, in fact, he doesn't notice the sound of you's keys jingling as they unlock the door and step inside of their apartment.
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