Even in his deepest heat, Billy had always had a thread of tension in him. Something vibrant and hard that he held onto as a way to protest what was happening to his body. Something he could use if an Alpha came around so that he could kill them dead before the Alpha could even think about touching him. He'd had this his whole life. From his first heat to now. Which was why it was so difficult at the present moment for him to let it go.
For a moment, his body tensed, reaching blindly for a weapon he couldn't actually get into his hand. But then Goody is apologizing and it's so completely unexpected that his mind returns to him just enough to stop the panic. To stop it completely and, instead, leave him with his greatest challenge.
To surrender.
"Don't be sorry," he gasps, the scent rolling off of Goodnight enough to make his head swim. He inhales deep, lets his body use that in order to override his lingering resistances. He wants this. He knows he wants this. But years of habit are hard to break. He leans in and scents Goody as best as he can with the man so close to his neck. The bonding site is almost feverishly warm at the attention. Billy moans, feeling it as it pours more hormones into his body. As every atom inside of him prepares for a potential mate.
He exhales in a shaking breath and then finally pulls Goodnight off so he can look him in the eye.
"I am choosing this. Understand? I want this. I want you. So stop saying you're sorry. And don't even think about leaving. Just..." He focuses his entire mind on the problem at hand. And, in slow increments, his body starts to relax. Melt both into Goody and into the bed.
His robe is already starting to fall open and there is nothing behind it but his flesh.
"Please. Goody. Alpha. Just...Just give me what I need."
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Date: 2016-12-03 04:59 am (UTC)For a moment, his body tensed, reaching blindly for a weapon he couldn't actually get into his hand. But then Goody is apologizing and it's so completely unexpected that his mind returns to him just enough to stop the panic. To stop it completely and, instead, leave him with his greatest challenge.
To surrender.
"Don't be sorry," he gasps, the scent rolling off of Goodnight enough to make his head swim. He inhales deep, lets his body use that in order to override his lingering resistances. He wants this. He knows he wants this. But years of habit are hard to break. He leans in and scents Goody as best as he can with the man so close to his neck. The bonding site is almost feverishly warm at the attention. Billy moans, feeling it as it pours more hormones into his body. As every atom inside of him prepares for a potential mate.
He exhales in a shaking breath and then finally pulls Goodnight off so he can look him in the eye.
"I am choosing this. Understand? I want this. I want you. So stop saying you're sorry. And don't even think about leaving. Just..." He focuses his entire mind on the problem at hand. And, in slow increments, his body starts to relax. Melt both into Goody and into the bed.
His robe is already starting to fall open and there is nothing behind it but his flesh.
"Please. Goody. Alpha. Just...Just give me what I need."