let's post before i lose this/part of this a fifth time. god.

[devisor]

[ He knew it would happen eventually. They told him the keener senses, the agility, and the sharp strategic mind of a predator weren't the only manifestations of his spliced genes. Just the useful ones.

But though he knew well in advance, Miyuki didn't count on how strong a heat could be. It didn't matter if he was supposed to be vigilantly escorting the Prince outside the castle somewhere, or discussing important intel with a higher ranking guard, or even just trying to sleep. If it wasn't simmering under his skin it was concentrated in a roar of heat that had more than once forced Miyuki to excuse himself to somewhere secluded where he could calm himself down.

Extra time spent in the combat simulation room, throwing himself into research — he could distract himself, but it didn't fix the problem. Didn't erase the undeniable urge that he was trying to deny.

The fact that this was all because his Prince refused to let him work out those urges with someone was frustrating, naturally. Just wait it out? It stops eventually? You look like you're handling it just fine?

Yeah, okay.

Miyuki doesn't go looking for a tryst, catches and curtails the way his eyes linger hungrily on others sometimes. But he has to look somewhere and inevitably his gaze comes to rest... where it usually is. On the Prince he's meant to risk life and limb for, whose side he stays diligently beside. The one whose childish, selfish restriction has him itching in his own skin. The one who... has to know where these pent-up urges are going, right?

No. He might even believe that Miyuki's taking this as easily as he appears to be. Might not even be ready to take responsibility for his stupid stipulation.

(If he truly wanted to, Miyuki is perfectly capable of going against his word with the Prince being none the wiser.)

So here he is, accompanying the Prince to the royal library where he's supposed to be catching up on studying for his lessons. Miyuki sits the wrong way on a chair, resting his chin on the back of it as he peers down at a netbook, browsing through current news. It's important to stay updated on the goings-on of the kingdom, not to mention that of their surrounding neighbors. The way he's positioned with his back facing the Prince is meant to help him focus.

Help Miyuki focus, not Eijun. The latter would get distracted anyway.

And he does start to move; Miyuki can hear him even if he can't see him. He's not sure what he'll do before he feels it — fingers at his ear, tracing down the delicate furred skin. Miyuki freezes, his heart jumps, ear twitching to the side. His body wants to say a great many things in that one second, all borne from a deep, unsated craving for touch that those fingers tease into focus so fucking easily.

But all he says is: ]

Bored already?