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There was no moment to break away, no inclination that suggested Alexander did not desire Adonis' advancements, but a failed reply Adonis knew was halted by the unassailable longing he knew the other boy had for him, if he would only acknowledge it himself. Yet, in that moment, Adonis knew he had won;  Alexander had put up a barrier he would never understand, but what he truly desired was simmering on the surface, and only Adonis' actions would ignite the same passion he wished to see from the boy as he gave to him. Slowly, he made his way over the boy, draped across him so that the other by be truly beneath him. His forelegs hooked and settled on the shoulders of the boy, his hinds moving around, positioning on either side of the other boy's hind legs. Their stance did not need to be foretold, it had been inevitable since their introduction only now Adonis felt the satisfaction of the other's want. 

In a blur of a moment, he was within the boy, overcome with a feeling he had not felt before with previous lover that had not meant anything to him. He felt bliss, though it was met with a fiery urge to continue, to take the boy beneath him like had not not taken anyone before. his forearms grasping at the nape of the beautiful ivory boy beneath him in a frenzy of desire though his movements did not once become sloppy. He was a creature of eloquence, and though Alexander drove him mad with lust, he did not falter in his actions. His heart rate had elevated, taking a moment to hold himself within the boy so that he may collect his nerves before proceeding, his eyes nearly closed with the feeling of libido he could not overcome. 

finally, he could not take it. He moved within the other, every mere action he held onto like it was his last, his hips meeting the other's backside with a fervor he could not understand. "you are mine, alexander," he snarled a passionate claim, grabbing on to the other's nape with his jaw for he could not steady himself, the heat between them was growing uncontrollably with every thrust of his hips. His hips buckled ever so often, yet his pace increased, every inward action causing him to release a bit of the breath he had been unaware he was holding. But his head was swimming in the euphoric feeling of a closeness he had not felt in some while, one that he had no intention to end any time soon.