"I think I've skipped several cycles," he admitted, shifting to lay down on the bed, closing his eyes as he commanded the lights to dim lower. He felt like he could sense everything through his skin, even the fabric of his shirt an assault on every erogenous nerve.

"With everything going on lately, all the different little crisis, and I've been sleeping like shit," he breathed through his nose, nostrils flared wide. Stars, this was horrible - the ache in his belly, between his thighs - they swirled around each other, driving deeper, making him moan.

He pressed a hand over his groin, grinding it with the hell of his hand. "Guess my body is deciding to play catch up."