Gotou pressed his forehead to the warm shower tile, eyes closed, and tried his hardest to stifle the groan. The shower water had gone lukewarm against his back and he wondered not for the first time if Masayoshi was awake yet. The thought burbled to the surface despite himself(more) and Gotou groaned again.
In all his years of sexual maturity his heats had /never/ been this bad.
It was really, really fucking annoying.
Gotou kept his eyes closed, palmed his cock again and didn't think about Masayoshi sprawled out on the futon on the floor, one hand resting on his bare lower belly, shirt riding up as he snored. He didn't think about the way Masayoshi smiled at him, honest and open and bubbly, didn't think about the warm press of his body next to Gotou's when they sat side by side leaned against his bed and most certainly he absolutely did not think about that one time Masayoshi had pinned him, knee sliding up between his legs, and the most possessive, /hungry/ expression Gotou had ever seen him wear.
Gotou grunted into his arm as he came again, sticky white spurting between his fingers to paint the tile before he shifted and let the warm spray past to wash the evidence down the drain.
If he was being honest, he had been drunk enough that he would have spread his legs for Masayoshi last night, if Masayoshi had only asked.
Maybe it was a good thing that Masayoshi hadn't.
And if Masayoshi could exhibit that self-restraint while his friend was going through the worst period heat period ever period then Gotou wouldn't be outdone. He would just double his suppressants dose for the rest of the week and be done with it.