*This is getting ridiculous.*
Miguel has been trying to get his goddamn sex drive under control for the past three hours and nothing has worked. No amount of work or distractions seem to get his dick to stop throbbing incessantly. Finally, he gives up and pinches the bridge of his nose. "I swear..."
He dismisses his screens and lets the room plunge into darkness, taking a moment to stew in annoyance before he begins towards his private quarters so he can deal with this fucking problem. Once in his room, he flops onto the plush bed and groans instantly as the slightest friction presses against his aching cock.
"I can't believe I've been reduced to this..." Miguel mutters as he shifts his hips again, the slight pleasure from the movement proving to be far more pleasant than anticipated. "This is stupid... I shouldn't have to do this..."
But he really can't deny the way each movement sends sparks of pleasure up his spine.