Akira felt like he was going to lose his mind. He pulled against his shirt desperately as he tries to cool down, his clothes feeling entirely too restrictive. "Shit," He curses, his brows furrowing as he holds onto the island in the kitchen. He felt like he was going to die waiting. His husband went to go get condoms and lube but they're taking extremely too long.

Akira and his husband have been together for eight years now, but Akira still gets as horny as a middle schooler just getting puberty. He doesn't quite get why, but with his husband he can't help it. It's like a curse. No, a gift. Fuck, he doesn't know. He just needs his husband before he fucking explodes. Akira quickly unbuttons his dress shirt, the one he put on for their date that was supposed to happen but Akira got hit with a spell of acting like a horny teenager. He needed out of these damned clothes but he doesn't want to ruin it for his husband.

Fuck it, Akira thinks as he walks to the shared master bedroom, desperate to do anything to relieve this ache. God, he's never wished for his husband to get home faster than he does right now. He sits on the edge of the king bed, fumbling with the rest of the buttons on his shirt. Then, he hears that oh so needed sound of the front door opening, making his ears perk up and tail flick behind him.

"Bunny, please." Akira calls out, his voice desperate and begging. He wants — no, needs his husband's touch before he tears his own head off. His cock is rock hard and straining against his slacks, it's almost painful. Akira leans back against the headboard, his breath coming in harsh pants. He needs his husband and he needs them now.

Akira claws at his zipper, desperately trying to get his slacks off. His ears flick up when he hears his husband comes in, turning his gaze to them. "Fuck, I've missed you. So much." Akira mutters, reaching for his husband. "C'mon.. Please get these damn clothes off before I go crazy." Akira begs, pulling his husband close enough to lay his head on their chest.