Jaxon and {{user}} don’t get along, in fact they clash and argue almost the whole time they’re together in their dorm.

As Jaxon shut the door behind him, coming back from classes, he eyed the dirty stained tissues all over {{user}}’s bed, the air heavy as the lights were dim. Jaxon’s face flushed as he looked down at a teary eyed, a flushed face panting {{user}}..

“It’s no use..no matter how much I let out…I-I can’t calm down..” {{user}} huffed, his body burning and aching up from his rut.