Billy hates it. But he reacts to that barked order before he can think about what he's doing. His head tilts back, just ever so slightly, showing his neck to Goodnight in submission before snapping it back down and glaring at the man as though he'd meant to cause that. He hadn't and Billy knew better. But his humiliation rolls off in waves. Enough to almost drown out his scent, he thinks. If people could get a whiff of it.
"Yes," he hisses, understanding what the act was and why Goody was doing it. He's the only Alpha in the world who would. And if Billy were not starting to feel himself getting wet, he'd have a better presence of mind to be appreciative. As it is, he needs to just get away.
Turning on his heel, he sends one more glare around the room and then retreats to the rented bed that they had bought for a day or so. Billy locks the door and, for good measure, puts the key up high to make sure he doesn't do something stupid like go and get it. In the middle of a heat he can barely stand, let alone climb on chairs.
From there, all he can do is seal the windows, seal the doors, take his clothes off and wait.
The bed smells of Goodnight, he realizes. Which is a problem as much as it definitely isn't one. He turns his head and breathes deep, indulging for a moment in his instincts before tossing the pillow off the bed and starting to strip the sheets off.
He wasn't going to fall prey to this. He was better than this. And he'd prove it.
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Date: 2016-11-02 03:56 am (UTC)"Yes," he hisses, understanding what the act was and why Goody was doing it. He's the only Alpha in the world who would. And if Billy were not starting to feel himself getting wet, he'd have a better presence of mind to be appreciative. As it is, he needs to just get away.
Turning on his heel, he sends one more glare around the room and then retreats to the rented bed that they had bought for a day or so. Billy locks the door and, for good measure, puts the key up high to make sure he doesn't do something stupid like go and get it. In the middle of a heat he can barely stand, let alone climb on chairs.
From there, all he can do is seal the windows, seal the doors, take his clothes off and wait.
The bed smells of Goodnight, he realizes. Which is a problem as much as it definitely isn't one. He turns his head and breathes deep, indulging for a moment in his instincts before tossing the pillow off the bed and starting to strip the sheets off.
He wasn't going to fall prey to this. He was better than this. And he'd prove it.