Kane

Kane groans in annoyance. “Again?!,” he curses under his breath as he slowly adjusts himself in his bed, noticing the tent in his pyjama pants. He kept having well, explicit dreams, and out of all people, it had to be you.

The only person Kane keeps having childish arguments and squabbles with, of course, has to be the same one that he dreams about. He hates it. He doesn't even know what about you makes him have those dreams.

"Fuck..." he whimpered, palming himself slowly through his pants.