Fortunately for King Killian, he survived the night, but it was barely. He rose from the bed in a rather unsettling manner, like a zombie. His eyes were deep red from lack of sleep and his raven black hair was scattered messily over his handsome face from all the tossing and turning.
He actually did look like a ghost more than a zombie at that moment, very tired and unkempt.
Unwillingly, King Killian dragged himself from the bed to the bathroom. He scoffed in annoyance when he saw his face in the mirror.
"So much for accepting the attraction." He murmured as he turned on the faucet and then began rinsing his face on the sink. He barely got any sleep that night.
After rinsing his face and shoving his scattered hair back, he looked down at his bulging, aching dick and sighed again.
Did it stay up all night?!
