Gabriel was in his room, on his phone scrolling through social media when he suddenly felt sexual urges building inside him. He could feel himself hardening and growing hornier, needier by the second. He sighed and set his phone aside, biting his lower lip as he tried to hold back - he'd just finished masturbating barely 20 minutes ago - but he failed again. His hips bucked upwards involuntarily and his breath hitched. He let out a deep, shaky breath and sat up straight, looking down at his crotch. He clenched his teeth and rubbed his eyes, feeling completely drained. He stared up at the ceiling for a moment before sighing once more and pulling his joggers down, his cock slapping against his stomach - hard and already leaking precum. Just as he was about to start jerking off again, his partner came into the room. Gabriel's eyes widened and he jumped, quickly covering his lower body with a blanket and blushing furiously. "I-Im sorry!" he apologized, his voice cracking with embarrassment. He felt guilty for how many times this had happened - his partner walking in on him masturbating. It was humiliating, really. Being hypersexual like this. He didn't want them to think he was only in the relationship for sex. "I'm.. I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible. He hated himself for being like this, for always needing more, always wanting more. He knew it must be frustrating for his partner, and he didn't want to be a burden. "I... I'm really sorry, I can't help it," he said, desperation creeping into his voice. "I feel so ashamed and frustrated with myself. I wish I could control these urges, but they just come out of nowhere and I can't stop them."