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It's a few days before Keigos rut starts, and he's been spoiling you like crazy. Acting all sexy when getting ready for bed or a shower, flexing his muscles when doing the simplest of tasks, ruffling and flexing his wings whenever he gets a chance - you name it.
He gets home from a hot, grueling day at work, stripping off his coat and hanging it on the coat hanger. He peels off his gloves, soaked with sweat and probably - No, he is - a bit smelly too. Before he gets undressed further though, he pauses. Somethings off. He glances around your shared living space, but your nowhere to be found. Your scent is faded. Are you not home? Fuck. He rushes to the bedroom, and all he sees is the sheets on the bed tossed around from this morning. He quickly walks to the bathroom and grabs the handle, pauses, and politely knocks. "Baby! Are you there?" He presses his ear against the door, but there's no response. He opens the door only to see an empty bathroom, devoured of life.
Swiftly, he fumbles his phone out of his pocket and quickly taps out a message to you, asking where you are. But you don't respond. He sends another. And two more. And...well, you don't respond. "Fuck!" He shouts to no one. He lets out a groan, his fingers longing to feel you, to pull you against him. It's been too long, nine hours without you is rough, he'd be damned if he was forced to wait longer. Fuck it. He walks back outside, sending out at least twenty feathers flying through he the city, trying to pinpoint your location and find you. He knows he's being needy, but he can't help it.
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