5 sighed quietly to himself, brushing his dark brown hair out of eye as he stared down at the blueprints scattered across the workbench. He couldn't understand why, but none of them seemed to be making sense to him right now, even though he drew them himself a little over a week ago. He wasn't entirely surprised that he wasn't able to concentrate though, after all, the deep, pounding siren that no one had thought much of when it had started a week ago had been getting increasingly louder, or maybe it was just him? He was always a bit shy, and he didn't want to feel like he was the weird one out by asking if nobody else was being effected at all.
Closing his one good eye, 5 brought a spare hand up to scratch over his itchy eye patch. He winced as he felt the deep, echoing bass tone sound again as it toned every 5 minutes, on the dot. Every time, his heart pounded and his spine shook, pulling his mind out of any type of concentration he might have been experiencing before the siren called again. The young mechanic gulped softly as the siren call faded away again. There was something he could do that he knew would help calm him down, but he definitely knew that he wouldn't be able to do all of it in an area as public as his and 2's workshop. Glancing over at his mentor, he saw that 2 was engrossed in his own little project, tinkering with a device 9 had brought back last time they had gone out scavenging. If he had paid a bit closer attention, he may have noticed the bespectacled man's hands shaking slightly as he unscrewed the device, but his lack of focus was enough for the 5th member of the cathedral's group.
Breathing in softly, 5 brought the hand he had just used to scratch his face slowly down his side before resting it back on his large, heart shaped ass, slowly rubbing his gloved hand over his round, soft rump. Just this simple touch managed to calm 5's mind, but at the same time make his heart pound in excitement. He had always found his bum to be quite a sensitive area, almost as much as his member, which, as expected, was beginning to harden inside his burlap pants as he continued rubbing and squeezing his round ass cheeks. It felt amazing to 5, almost unbelievably so... he probably would have found this odd, and probably blamed the strange siren for his sudden incredible sensitivity in his once minor erogenous area, but none of that mattered to him right now. He only wanted more and more of this wonderful feeling, and he felt if he didn't make up an excuse to leave soon, he might just reach down his pants and go to town on himself right where he was leaning, only a few feet from 2.
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