Surviving the wave was easier said than done though... First, he had to go reassure Louis that he would be fine because he knew that his friend would worry otherwise. Then he would have to kick them both out and deal with this himself, there was no reason to put them in such a troublesome situation just because they were looking out for him.

With that, he took a deep breath and wiped the water off his sensitive skin with a towel, gritting his teeth as he did. He picked up his nightshirt that he had abandoned on the counter and put it back on before stepping out.

To his surprise, when he stepped out, Louis was long gone and only Claude remained.

"He said he’ll be back in the morning," Claude said shortly to answer the question in his eyes.

Henri could swear that the heat under his skin burned hotter when Claude looked at him, that was it, the Alpha needed to go. "Oh," He murmured, "That’s fine, you should leave too." He added.

Claude just nodded and made his way out the door, Henri followed behind him because he needed to lock the door. Hopefully, his door kept his pheromones in but he also didn’t need his friends that weren’t aware of his current situation just wandering in.

He faltered when instead of leaving, Claude settled down on the floor beside his door, his back resting against the wall, arms propped on his bent knees. He couldn’t bring himself to send him back to his dorm room, not that Claude would listen to him.

But the mere thought that he was just within arms reach calmed some of Henri’s internal panic, he closed the door but didn’t lock it contrary to his earlier plans. He knew that Claude wouldn’t leave until he was sure that he was alright.

He made his way to his bathroom, taking off his slightly damp nightshirt as he headed to his bathtub to fill it up with warm, scented water. Although cool water would have probably been a better option, Henri wasn’t about to catch a chill. Not to mention, the cold water wouldn’t be able to stop his body’s normal functions anyway so what was the use in suffering?

He took off all of his clothes and stepped into the wooden tub, a shiver passing over him as he sat with the water up to his stomach. His heat seeming to show up out of nowhere would explain why he had felt off for over a week now, he would have guessed this earlier if he wasn’t on heat suppressants.

It was a lot, going from the threat of heats to actually getting one himself. He pushed his wavy hair away from his face, the tips damp. He could do this... He could do this...

He couldn’t do it... Less than fifteen minutes later, Henri was limply resting his head against the edge of the tub, his breath hitching and his eyes unfocused. His entire body was burning now, and although the water around him was starting to cool down, he barely felt it. His hands were limply hanging beside him inside the water.

Henri had a little problem... well, what he previously thought was a little problem. Pleasure made him weak, it sapped all of his energy that he couldn’t do a thing. Naturally, this meant that masturbating was off the table because the moment he started to feel good, he would go limp.

It was frustrating, it made tears fill up his eyes. He had never had a problem before with the fact that he couldn’t rub one off whenever but right now when his body was practically demanding that he do just that, it was driving him crazy.

He could only move again after a few minutes when the pleasure abated enough for him to think logically, he sat up slowly, his movements still sluggish. His hair was wet now, the curly locks sticking to his pale red face.

Henri tried again, there was an urgency under his skin that couldn’t be ignored. He whined when he wrapped his small hands around himself under the cloudy water, the pleasure was instant. Not only was he in heat which also made him extra sensitive, he was on his third try, unwittingly edging himself.

A few strokes in and he could already feel the strength ebbing from his hands, tears of frustration brimming in his eyes. If he could just hold on for a little while longer then maybe... He fell back again, gasping feebly as pleasure sent aftershocks through every nerve end but it wasn’t enough... He needed more... He needed...

When Henri could move again, he rose out of the water, his legs doing a terrible job of keeping him upright. He stomped out of the bathroom, too upset and sexually frustrated to think deeply about what he was about to do.

If he couldn’t bring himself to release, then he would have to get someone else to do it for him before the distress it caused him swallowed him up. He threw open his wardrobe and snatched up a dress shirt at random, pulling it on and clutching it close without bothering to button it up.

He continued onto the door and pulled it open, startling Claude who was still patiently seated beside his door.

The Alpha jumped to his feet in apprehension, hurrying over, "Henri? What’s wr-" He was so tense that he didn’t stop to take in Henri’s current state of dress.

Henri just caught his sleeve and pulled him in, reaching past the Alpha to lock the door. He only got that far before realizing how his actions would look to Claude. The realization that he would have to actually put into words what he needed from Claude also sank him, making him freeze up in horror, his eyes down.

Claude had clearly come in of his own volition, he didn’t have the strength to pull the Alpha in against his will. He also knew that Claude wouldn’t turn down his request if he could just ask it. That was where the problem was.