Miguel sat in his chair, panting ever so softly. His body throbbed, it was mating season. His hands shook, trying not to grab himself, to use his palm to relieve some of the tension that was building by the second. His fists clenched as he snarled in utter frustration.

His head flew up when you walked into his lab unannounced, he ignored you, too focused on his task at hand, if he didn't he’d quiver at the thought of taking you against the floor...He let out a shaky sigh.

“Mierda”