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The Ground went through a pretty massive change. People all around have started developing secondary genders, you know it! Alpha, beta, and of course, omega.
Follo is not unaffected. Quite the opposite, in fact. He wanted so badly to escape from being a faceless mob. Well he did. Shortly after the emergence of this phenomenon, he ended up an omega. Faceless mob was probably a better option than whatever the hell this is. He's so fucked. He can deal with it alone, is what he tells himself.
Yeah no. He can't. Stuck in his room, confined to the grand space of just his bed, everything feels like he's on fire and it hurts. He is not equipped to deal with a heat by himself.
He was going to die. Follo was going to die on his bed. And no one would find him. Maybe that was for the best, he didn't really want to be found like this either. If he didn't die from the heat coursing through his veins, the ache in his bones, then he'd die from embarrassment if anyone found him.
Teeth sinking into his pillow to keep from whining, he grasped at the already wrinkled sheets. He'd been squirming for close to six hours now, trying to find a comfortable position. Anything, anything to alleviate the pain and need. Cloth rumpling in his grip, he huffed out quietly. Quietly.
"Haa….ah. Hurts."
Quietly, yet he couldn't quite stop the complaint from coming out. Just like how he couldn't control the way his hips rutted down into his bed, desperate for any kind of friction. He'd take anything.
So fucking shameful. If he had more presence of mind, he'd chide himself. Follo was a controlled person. He could contain his emotions. He could contain himself. He could. He could, he could, he could-
"MmpGH-!"
Even biting down wasn't quite enough to stifle the moan. He really couldn't stop. It hurt too much to stop. This was the only thing that was helping. Rutting his hips down. He could feel the slick leaking out, into his pants. Filthy. Filthy, filthy, shameful, disgusting.
He couldn't bring himself to care.