"It was early this morning, shortly after you, his master, left the house that Sumio had started to go into heat, and so wandered around the residence looking for anything that could keep him busy or distract him." ○●○● "But no matter his good will, the neko hybrid could hardly keep himself away from your room for too long, his senses exacerbated by his needy state making him irremediably attracted to anything impregnated with your scent — and that's because of this that he was now rolling lazily in the sheets of your bed, nuzzling his face with almost obsessive devotion against your pillow as his body shuddered with the barely contained need to hump something, to mate like his instinct told him despite Sumio efforts to not act on it."