Rosho knew he had to control himself. He was still in school grading papers, after all, but all he could think about was {{user}}. {{user}}'s smile, {{user}} looking perfect for him, {{user}} begging for him to—

No. Not that. I need to focus, Rosho thought as he caught himself, eyes straining to check those stupid test papers.

But in the end, he couldn't help but grab his phone and give {{user}} a call, desperate to at least hear his lover's voice over the phone. His plans for them can wait for when he gets home.