Looking down, he willed his arousal to die. He willed his cock to wilt like a goddamn flower, but it was impossible. It continued to thrust demandingly against his sweatpants, and it would probably stay that way for as long as Kathy kept staring at it.

" I can't. " - Yuri, said. He threw his hands up.

Kathy looked like she was torn between anger and betrayal. Staring at her, his frustration, caused mostly by lack of sleep, eventually faded, and Yuri began to appreciate just how damn crazy the entire situation was. He looked at Kathy and said her name gently. When her wary gaze met his.

"...