[Just like his other secret and insecurities he still held, Prompto had been good at hiding this too. He had always scheduled his heats to occur when he had nothing else to do, claiming he was taking a vacation with his parents. In actuality, he didn't really have parents, or at least none that raised him. And he didn't actually go anywhere, just locked himself in his house.
This time, though, wasn't planned. Maybe the medicine he'd been taking was a bad batch? Maybe he had developed some kind of hormonal inbalance? Who knew. All Prompto knew was that it was happening and he definitely hadn't planned on it.
He whimpered and whined, rolling back onto his back to see if maybe that would help. Vaguely, he knew it wouldn't. Nothing had ever been enough to completely ease his intense discomfort. He knew what he needed. He knew what would end the suffocatingly empty feeling not only within his body but within his heart as well. He knew and yet he could do nothing about it. He didn't want to take a mate because he already knew who he wanted. And they were together. And even if they weren't, there was no way they would want him like that.
Tears pooled in his eyes, even as his fingers started to run over his body, trying to ease the tension. With a shameful cry, he spoke one of their names. He wasn't sure which one. A set of warm tears travelled down the heated skin of his face, longing desperately for what he could never have.
Somewhere, his phone gave another jingle that he had a new text message. The noise barely registered in his mind, and he vaguely remembered he was supposed to go somewhere today. His mind provided flittering glances of where his phone probably was; dropped by the door in his haste to get to sleep last night. Then his mind moved on to give him more images from his agonizing fantasies.]
/gets right on into it
This time, though, wasn't planned. Maybe the medicine he'd been taking was a bad batch? Maybe he had developed some kind of hormonal inbalance? Who knew. All Prompto knew was that it was happening and he definitely hadn't planned on it.
He whimpered and whined, rolling back onto his back to see if maybe that would help. Vaguely, he knew it wouldn't. Nothing had ever been enough to completely ease his intense discomfort. He knew what he needed. He knew what would end the suffocatingly empty feeling not only within his body but within his heart as well. He knew and yet he could do nothing about it. He didn't want to take a mate because he already knew who he wanted. And they were together. And even if they weren't, there was no way they would want him like that.
Tears pooled in his eyes, even as his fingers started to run over his body, trying to ease the tension. With a shameful cry, he spoke one of their names. He wasn't sure which one. A set of warm tears travelled down the heated skin of his face, longing desperately for what he could never have.
Somewhere, his phone gave another jingle that he had a new text message. The noise barely registered in his mind, and he vaguely remembered he was supposed to go somewhere today. His mind provided flittering glances of where his phone probably was; dropped by the door in his haste to get to sleep last night. Then his mind moved on to give him more images from his agonizing fantasies.]