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

He had expected it, the demand to never speak of their lust filled encounter, for he had known perhaps the boy above him was not ready to face a certain reality. That did not mean it stung any less. He grimaced as the words left the other's mouth, the tone he had heard countless times before. For to long, he had kept his own desires a secret, and now for the sake of a love he did not understand, he kept that secret again but for another. It was a feeling he had vowed never to feel again, yet he did so anyways, for he knew exactly how the other felt. He had felt it before, a reason why he settled for no home where he could potentially be subjected to it again. Yet, his grimace was kept beneath the surface, instead a shake of his head and his eyes turned away was his response to the request. "of course not," his mouth felt dry, the words slipping through his teeth for he could not make an effort to properly face the boy with his answer. for the sake of Alexander's reassurance, a reassurance he did not need but a comfort in the same, he would keep silent. 

yet, he turned his thoughts away from the perilous request, and to the heat that once again simmered between them. Alexander's chest splayed upon his, in some attempt to regulate a control they did not have. It was ironic, laughable but yet he did nothing of the sort. If it was what the other needed to feel assured, he would comply, once again. It was unknown to him why he felt the need to bend his own moral rules to fit the other, though he had an inkling. He seen a ghost of himself in the boy resting above him, one he had come to terms with long ago. Yet, he refused to turn the mood sour for the sake of his own inner emotions, returning his expression to the suave smirk and suggestive grin he was hardly without.

"i think i quite like this position," he winked. it came off in a smug glib, his eyes and tone taunting the other though he knew perhaps it was not the time for such suggestions. In truth, it was a way to ignore the request of calling his beautiful eyed catch by a pet name. Adonis quite liked the name Alexander, rather than calling the red eyed boy a name everyone else called him. Somewhere, though he knew they had just met, Adonis wanted to be something different to be boy, rather than the run-of-the-mill blue eyed stranger. He would be the one to call him Alexander, a name of regal fortitude the other deserved. Yet, if it was his true wish, he would comply