Billy sees the finger and it helps as much as it doesn't. God, Goody has no idea what this is like, does he? How his mere presence is a danger to him? His hands reach down, touching the skin of that simple digit as though it were something reverent. It's cooler than him. Cooler as it hasn't gotten dragged into he fever with him. Even though, deep down, there is a growing desire for him to have just that happen.
The scent is so strong. So familiar as his body descends fast and hard into the desires he's spent so long fighting off. Because, for the first time, it is so sure that he has a mate ready for him. Billy is covered in an Alpha's scent, after all. What else could be happening other than a potential bonding?
He swallows hard and his hands go back to the door, clawing at it once more. His forehead pressed against the wood like he wants to push right through it. He's sure he could.
"All I can smell is you," he admits in a moment of honesty, a stab of need pulsing through him hard enough that he almost moans. He's never been the sort of Omega to indulge himself, during these times. He never had toys or aids. Just his own iron-clad willpower to fight his own biology. But this time? This time he can feel his hand reaching behind him, already. He has nothing on hand, but he can figure something out.
Or let Goody in.
No. No. No, he just needs to ride this out. He can do it. He's done it before, he can now.
But... God. That scent. Billy could bury himself in it happily.
"You smell incredible. I didn't realize how strong it would be. It's hard to even think, now." He swallows hard, stomach starting to cramp. "I don't know if I can take meals from you."
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Date: 2016-11-06 05:55 am (UTC)The scent is so strong. So familiar as his body descends fast and hard into the desires he's spent so long fighting off. Because, for the first time, it is so sure that he has a mate ready for him. Billy is covered in an Alpha's scent, after all. What else could be happening other than a potential bonding?
He swallows hard and his hands go back to the door, clawing at it once more. His forehead pressed against the wood like he wants to push right through it. He's sure he could.
"All I can smell is you," he admits in a moment of honesty, a stab of need pulsing through him hard enough that he almost moans. He's never been the sort of Omega to indulge himself, during these times. He never had toys or aids. Just his own iron-clad willpower to fight his own biology. But this time? This time he can feel his hand reaching behind him, already. He has nothing on hand, but he can figure something out.
Or let Goody in.
No. No. No, he just needs to ride this out. He can do it. He's done it before, he can now.
But... God. That scent. Billy could bury himself in it happily.
"You smell incredible. I didn't realize how strong it would be. It's hard to even think, now." He swallows hard, stomach starting to cramp. "I don't know if I can take meals from you."