Duck Lake sweet dreams

In the past, Alexander had pinned several others down in the exact same way as he was currently holding his playmate down. The position was not unfamiliar to him, and so he’d adjusted himself slightly in order to find the way of laying that he’d previously deemed to be most comfortable. Once satisfied, the yearling grinned, his peculiar gaze having yet to be pulled off of his partner’s face. The grin had widened when his face was batted at, the expression accompanied by a rumbling from deep within his chest; it was purely playful. “Just lay there,” he’d said, still speaking around the fish. It was just as the reason behind their game was remembered that he’d opened his mouth, allowing for the fish to then fall from his jaws and flop onto the smaller male’s face. “You can have that since I don’t want it,” was his next statement, attempting to hide the fact that he’d planned to hand it over since the very beginning. Just in case he’d not done a very good job at that, however, he’d wriggled around a bit and said, “You aren’t very comfortable.” He’d definitely felt softer furs and squishier bodies in his life.

Deciding to give the boy a chance to actually eat, Xan pulled himself up and off of him. Rather than moving far away, he’d laid himself down on his stomach beside the other, watching to make sure that he ate—and if he didn’t, the albino would just take the fish back and that’d be the end of their tale. As he waited to see what would happen, he’d asked, “What’s your name?” He had fished for and played with the stranger, so the least he could be given in return was a name.