Bedroom

@Do Hanse "It's not about me--" He interjects quickly, the urge to pounce growing stronger with every second he's in the warmth of the omega's scent; tone softening as he swallowed back on the instincts that drove him here in the first place. "You're in pain... And I can help... You just never... I've never seen you like this before." Testing the area, his feet carry him to the edge of the bed, close enough to see the tremble in the omega's figure, the sweat that clung to skin and dampened his hair.

It was hard not to make this about himself; Johnny was overwhelmed with everything that he'd been denied for so long. Slowly - as though trying to reach out to a feral cat - he moved towards Hanse, carefully allowing his fingers to rest on the sheet, then pull it back. He didn't know how he made it into the bed, his body pressed to Hanse's, lips mouthing soft kisses into the side of his neck - He just was there, his hands wrapped around the male and exploring his skin unabashedly. "You're so hot..." He commented in a slow exhale, meaning the temperature of skin, but also the figure that he was feeling like it was the first time all over again.

"Let me take care of you... I can make you feel better, feel full..." Johnny could feel his own head growing hazy under the weight of Hanse's heat. It was strong, pulling him in unlike any other had before. Clearly, the suppressants had been working too well, keeping Hanse too neutral, restricting too much about their relationship. He was already hard, throbbing as he rutted against Hanse's , a growl sounding for the fact of too much fabric between them. "You've been on those too long anyways. Don't need them... Not when you have me..."

@Do Hanse It made sense that his nose led him here, a room with the easily distinguished scent of Hanse in need. Johnny didn't even bother to knock on the door, testing the knob and finding it unlocked.
So dumb.
Maybe smart, depending on if Hanse realized just how desperate he smelled.

It hung in the air like a perfume; warm, sweet, and spiced. The perfect combination of beckoning and dangerous, just like the omega that was somewhere beyond the door, waiting. Johnny thought of his sweet demeanor... Then to his pierced and inked skin that showed a hint of the more visceral side that Johnny was glad to finally unlock for himself, the danger that had been hiding beneath suppressants and self-restraint for far too long.

Standing in the doorway, Johnny paused, trying to keep a reign on himself, lest he end up hurting Hanse. His fingers dug against his own palms, testing his restraint as he took in the other male; wanton desire rolling off of him in waves, his inner wolf rising and ready to take control. "I can smell you through the whole ing house... Are you trying to drive me insane?" He asked, voice throaty and quiet, a soft rumble rising in his chest.