Kiyotaka, by nature, was not at all a sexual being. Show the average teenage boy a pin-up of some girl in nothing but lingerie and they'd probably be interested in picturing the body barely hidden beneath it. Show it to him and he would be more concerned with going off on a spiel about how such things were inappropriate to have on school grounds and it was being reported immediately.
That wasn't to say he hadn't been turned on before. While he never really functioned on the same emotional level as the average person, his body was young and healthy and operated just as any other human being would. Most of the time it wasn't a problem - more often than not it was just the occasional morning wood, but no matter what time of day it was it took nothing more than ignoring it in lieu of his work for it to slowly die down, and that was the end of that. A hard-working honor student like him didn't have time for such indecent pleasures, and frankly, he wasn't a fan of the mess it left the few times he had tended to it just so he could leave his room according to schedule.
As troubling as the night had been, at least he'd been able to keep his primal urges at bay through determination alone, and after a cold shower he went to bed without incident.
Until he looked at the clock and 10:06 stared back at him in bold red.
Past curfew and no sign of Mondo. It figured... Even though he knew it was ultimately futile, he mentally prepared a lecture so he could give the biker an earful the minute he walked in the door. Or in the morning, if he fell asleep before then. Which might be better off, really. The night's revelations were still too fresh in his mind, and he probably wouldn't be able to look in Mondo's direction without his stomach tying itself into knots in worry over the implications of what he thought he remembered.
Thinking about it again quickly proved itself to be unwise. Kiyotaka grit his teeth in frustration as he felt his briefs tighten for the second time in the past hour, and he resigned himself to the fact that he'd probably sleep a lot easier if he just got it all out of his system and was done with it.
So he rolled over and did just that: one hand moving beneath the sheets, his gaze fixed firmly on the wall, mentally scolding himself for this lack of willpower. He tried to recall the song that had started all of this, but with the radio off he couldn't hope to even do so much as try to hum the chorus accurately, so only his ragged breathing broke the silence of the empty room. Gradually it grew in volume, a quick little gasp thrown in here and there, until finally he finished with a low groan.
He took about half a minute to compose himself and calm his breathing before he dragged himself out of bed to wash up, because there was no way he was just going to go to sleep without doing that first. Ugh. Well, hopefully that was the end of all that.
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That wasn't to say he hadn't been turned on before. While he never really functioned on the same emotional level as the average person, his body was young and healthy and operated just as any other human being would. Most of the time it wasn't a problem - more often than not it was just the occasional morning wood, but no matter what time of day it was it took nothing more than ignoring it in lieu of his work for it to slowly die down, and that was the end of that. A hard-working honor student like him didn't have time for such indecent pleasures, and frankly, he wasn't a fan of the mess it left the few times he had tended to it just so he could leave his room according to schedule.
As troubling as the night had been, at least he'd been able to keep his primal urges at bay through determination alone, and after a cold shower he went to bed without incident.
Until he looked at the clock and 10:06 stared back at him in bold red.
Past curfew and no sign of Mondo. It figured... Even though he knew it was ultimately futile, he mentally prepared a lecture so he could give the biker an earful the minute he walked in the door. Or in the morning, if he fell asleep before then. Which might be better off, really. The night's revelations were still too fresh in his mind, and he probably wouldn't be able to look in Mondo's direction without his stomach tying itself into knots in worry over the implications of what he thought he remembered.
Thinking about it again quickly proved itself to be unwise. Kiyotaka grit his teeth in frustration as he felt his briefs tighten for the second time in the past hour, and he resigned himself to the fact that he'd probably sleep a lot easier if he just got it all out of his system and was done with it.
So he rolled over and did just that: one hand moving beneath the sheets, his gaze fixed firmly on the wall, mentally scolding himself for this lack of willpower. He tried to recall the song that had started all of this, but with the radio off he couldn't hope to even do so much as try to hum the chorus accurately, so only his ragged breathing broke the silence of the empty room. Gradually it grew in volume, a quick little gasp thrown in here and there, until finally he finished with a low groan.
He took about half a minute to compose himself and calm his breathing before he dragged himself out of bed to wash up, because there was no way he was just going to go to sleep without doing that first. Ugh. Well, hopefully that was the end of all that.