His vision focused on the path of untouched snow ahead of him, crunching under his hurried strides. His breath was heavy as cold sweat dripped down his forehead, his body burning up faster than he liked. He was certain he had time left to spare. Perhaps this was all in his mind, a placebo effect of his worries.
He slammed the door of his cabin behind him, knocking off a bank of snow from the roof and thumping down in front of the entrance. Taemin's back pressed against the door to catch his breath, but he couldn't do that in peace, as the restlessness and the itch to tear his clothing flooded his senses. A frustrated whine escaped the panting omega as he tugged and pulled at his clothing, the stitched seams pleading mercy with their tearing sounds. He had forgotten how to unfasten and unhook buttons, or either his body was overstimulated to the point he couldn't get a feel of his fingers to work.
With some effort, he tossed and shimmed out of his clothing, abandoning them without a thought as he entered his spare bedroom. Locking his door, taking the extra precaution though he knew no one would appear or dare break into his cabin, he always had that nudging thought in the back of his mind....what if....
Taemin took out one of his unique briefs, which he would wear and lounge in when home alone, and slipped it on. With a heavy exhale, his tail and ears were free to make their appearance, taking a weight off his shoulders. Of course, he had to thread his long and thick tail through the back opening of his briefs, allowing him to get comfortable.
He crawled into bed, sneaking under the covers to hide as his body burned and ached for relief. Taemin's jaw clenched, his hands mirroring the action with his nails digging into the bedsheets, tearing easily into them with his elongated, sharp nails. Finally, he could feel some part of his body, his lower half throbbed with desire, the slickness trailing down between his clenched thighs. The hybrid shifted his body just a touch, the slight contact of the bed to his overstimulated groin was enough to make him let out a pathetic whine.
"god...I hate this..."
His arms blindly reached above his head, feeling their way for his bite-proof pillow, dragging it down into the depths of his blanket fort that had trapped in his overwhelming scent. Cuddling the pillow into his arms, he widens his jaw and latches his teeth deep into the overused cushion. A growl becomes muffled into it.