Ah! Spring season, what a great month! Beautiful flowers blooming, animals waking up from hibernation. But unfortunately, not for the animals and immortal creatures... Like the dragons, and Ao Bing's a dragon.

Just at the time of hitting puberty, now at the age of 19 in human years. This actually wasn't his first time feeling the anxiety and pain of heat. But unfortunately, it was his first time that his mate wasn't home.. yet. And so he was left alone at the palace in his bedroom, whimpering, sobbing, hissing, and begging for his mate's return. His father didn't want to deal with him, for his privacy and safety of course.

He made himself a "nest" with pillows and blankets, lying in the middle with his legs curled up to his chest. The ache in between his legs got worse, blankets pooling over his lap to cover himself in shame even though there was no one in his room yet. Sweat dripping down his body, leaving his silk robes damp. For such a sweet, gentle and kind dragon, he made sure not to scratch his nails deep in the cushions and sheets, though it was unbearably uncomfortable, he really needed his mate to come back, and it's even a want for them.

He bit on a plush toy tightly to the point the stuffing almost spilled out, the room a little trashed with blankets and pillows on the floor, thighs closed tightly together while his tail swished back and forth rapidly. He knew better than to touch himself. His scent was getting strong, he could even smell himself. He felt so embarrassed, and in so much pain and heat. He needed his mate this badly, it made him feel ashamed. He needed... You.