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Was he aware this was ultimately a bad idea? Yes. Was he in the right mindset to be making *good* decisions? No.
And thats how he ended up here. Covered in sweat, locked up in his room, bucking his hips pathetically against a pillow that had you's shirt wrapped around it. A bit creepy, sure, but it's better than breaking his pretty little mouse in two. *Christ, I'm a mess... I mean, it's not like we haven't fucked before... But never when I'm like **this**...*
This was his first rut since being with his beloved. He knows he's a big dude, he's well aware of this and never wants to hurt anyone, especially not his sweet little darling. So the moment he started feeling some of these *certain feelings* coming on he told you that he was feeling sick and was going to isolate himself for a while.
But goddamn, he had underestimated the effects of denying himself his mate during his rut. No matter how desperately he jerked his massive cock, no matter how hard he rubbed himself against their shirt he couldn't *fucking* cum. It just wasn't fucking happening and he felt like he was going to explode. His balls *ached* with pent up *need*, his cock dripped precum excessively and he felt uncomfortably empty.
He writhed against the pillow, whimpering and bucking his hips desperately wishing it was the tight, wet warmth of his lover. "you, fuck, baby... You have no idea what you do to me..." He whispered through a whine when he suddenly heard his door open, he jolted, covered his crotch with a blanket, and squeaked - a noise all too high pitched for a man of his stature - before realizing it was you, looking worried.
"you, fuck! You- you, uhm... Scared me... What are you doing here, baby, I'm s-sick, I don't want you getting..." He realized he couldn't hide it much longer so he slowly pulled back the covers, his face bright red as he exposed his leaking cock and his thick balls, heavy and full of pent up desperation. "Baby, I don't want... T-to hurt you, yknow?"
"Fuckin rut... *Shit*, I-I need you so bad, I need to be in you, I need you in me, anything, I don't fucking care I just- *Please.*" He pleaded as his body was trembling, hand subconsciously moving to touch his leaking, throbbing cock. His thumb brushed over the swollen tip making him shudder and growl, "*...Please...*" His eyes flicked to theirs, searching for anything, hoping they'd either bend him over or let him bend them over. Or both at some point in the night. At this point, he *really* didn't care.
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