Otter Creek I'll [m]ake your timber shiver

Once again, the boy refused not him but the very idea of the passion that flowed between them, relenting against the concept that their encounter was so much more. Oh, how Adonis itched for the contact of the other, and it was granted to him as the boy unconsciously leaned towards him, barely touching though the millimeters distance seemed to far away. A breath was let out, ragged, yet it did not come from the other but himself. This surprised him, he had never faltered in his cool exterior of suave emotions. Never, not once. Perhaps this male had more of an effect than the usual's had, his own skin turned aflame at the close proximity of the other. He wanted more. 

"but you do not push me away," it was an observation rather than a statement but it was the truth all the same. "in fact, i think you seek quite the opposite," now this, came as a suggestion though truly, it was a taunt. Adonis longed to take the other as his, though could not, for perhaps the other was not quite ready for that kind of ambition. Yet, he could not help himself. Adonis had never shuck loose the ambition to have what he wanted, for he had never been denied before. Alexander, was a challenge, one he was more than ready to conquer. In a swift motion, Adonis does not second guess as his forearms hook over the shoulders of the male before him. Yet, he does not go any further, waiting to see first if his actions are truly unwanted. Adonis' desire is one that has never been tamed before, but Alexander was a prize, something he was not ready to loose for the sake of relief.