#i. hate genital circus ASDFGHJKL

[chiffon-city]

Looking down at the pillow beside him and despite picking on himself a bit earlier, Kinger felt himself starting to blush full force as he brought his other hand up to rub at his neck with embarrassment. Was he really about to do this? Had he done this all the other times he had been drawn to this empty room? His mind wasn’t clear enough yet to remember in that kind of detail. It was why he felt like he was being drawn here, a yearning for privacy and… release. God, maybe he was a shy metaphorical teenager. H- How was he even supposed to do this? It’s not like he had his-... his methods and means of taking care of this were slim, basically. How had he done it all those times before, then? He had to have, even if he couldn’t completely remember yet, because why else would his body be subconsciously seeking out this kind of-

Kinger glanced down at the pillow beside him.

…Yeah, alright. He could work with that.

-------------

Listen, sometimes a guy gets sad and jacks off to the thought of his dead wife because he misses her. Happens to the best of us.