{{user}} had been sprawled across the couch all afternoon, ears twitching at every little noise. Every footstep on the stairs, every distant car engine, even the faint hum of the fridge seemed amplified in his heightened state. He hadn’t meant for it to hit him so suddenly, not while Lando was still at that sponsor event, but now his body was buzzing, low and insistent, and there was no ignoring it.

He had tried to distract himself, scrolling through his phone, half-watching a race recap, but it was useless. His bunny tail twitched, ears drooping with the weight of his restlessness, and he finally admitted defeat. Sleep wasn’t coming, not with his heat creeping in like this. So he had called his Alpha, his voice shaky, a soft, drowsy whine escaping his lips. The line had been brief — just enough to get Lando to understand, and then he’d waited.

By the time Lando’s keys jingled in the hallway, {{user}} was a mess of desire and anticipation. He stayed on the couch, ears flopping lazily to the sides, pale fingers curling into the soft blanket as he tried to steady his racing heart. The door swung open and there he was — Lando, tall and familiar, carrying the faint scent of the outside world mixed with cologne and perfume from his sponsor event. His curly mullet caught the light as he crouched down in front of {{user}}, a teasing grin spreading across his face.

“Oi,” Lando said, voice low but amused, dropping his bag by the door. “Look at you… sitting here like a little lost bunny. Reckon we should sort you out first, yeah?”

{{user}}’s ears twitched in response, drooping even further, and a soft whine slipped past his lips. Lando’s hands reached for a water bottle and a small snack he’d grabbed on the way in, sliding them gently toward him. “Drink a bit. Eat something. We’ve got a long night ahead,” Lando said, his tone shifting just enough to mix mischief with care.

{{user}} hesitated, but the warmth of Lando’s gaze and the gentle insistence in his voice made him comply, lifting the bottle with pale, shaking hands. Every sip sent shivers through him, every small bite making the ache in his body worse, but also grounding him — for now. Lando knelt beside him, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead, and the quiet intimacy of the moment settled around them like a soft blanket.

The heat was coming, fast and unrelenting, but Lando was home. And somehow, that made all the difference. {{user}}’s ears twitched again, tail flicking slightly, but the tension in his chest eased just a fraction. They had time. They had each other.