“Yeah,” Adom says under his breath, raising his hand and pulling the guy in by the front of his shirt. Adom feels the wall meet his back and the surprised sound against his face before they’re kissing. Adom closes his eyes at last, fingers loosening their grip on Alexander shirt so he can wrap his arms around Alexander neck instead. Alexander seems to catch on quick, wrapping his own arms around Adom waist and pulling them closer together.
Adom can feel his shoulders relax. The smooth slide of their lips against each other as wind passes through them feels so nice, so familiar he just wants to melt into it. He feels Alexander grip his hips tighter, his kiss becoming more ravenous. When Adom breaks away to come up for air, breath coming out harsh, his eyes immediately look for Alexander.
“Wow, okay. That was nice,” Alexander whispers, like it’s a secret between just the two of them. He’s smiling even now, lips shiny under the distant streetlamps. Adom feels himself smile too, at the absurdity of it all. “Just nice huh,” He whispers back, doesn’t know where the confidence comes from. This man that he doesn’t know at all, who’s looking at Adom like he holds all the answers, is somehow so easy to talk to. Maybe because Adom doesn’t know him at all, doesn’t owe him at all, that he feels like he can say anything. Like he’s the bravest person in the world.
Alexander pouts his lips and furrows his brows like he’s in deep thought, “Maybe a little better than just nice, but I'll need more...just to be sure,” His smile returns full force, then he’s leaning back in and Adom closes his eyes in obedience. Alexander kisses like he’s been waiting his entire life to kiss Adom, his hands come up to shape Adom face. Adom suddenly remembers being back in high school, lying down underneath an apple tree during spring while he sipped on a juice box. The sun had been blazing but the wind was cool as it blew through the soft flowers of the tree above him. The sky had been blue, a little cloudy and he could hear his fellow classmates playing soccer in the field just below him. He remembers wanting to go join but being too lazy, closing his eyes instead and falling asleep to the sound of the breeze. That’s what being held by Alexander feels like, the warmth of his body against Adom, the slick of his lips, the soft tickle of his lashes against Adom cheek are singing a quiet melody lulling Adom into submission.
There’s a very sudden gush of wind and it brings with it the smell of damp earth, heavy with fallen rain. Adom brows ripple. It hasn’t rained for some time. Maybe a week or so. He pulls away, eyes clouded and filled with desire. “Is that you?” Adom asks, nose touching Alexander.“Is what me?” Alexander tilts his head, amused.Suddenly, as if announcing its presence, the smell increases tenfold. It feels like it’s permeating everything around them. Adom has to block his nose just so his hackles don’t start to rise. “You’re an alpha?” Adom pushes Alexander back a step, just so he can maybe get a breath of regular air in. It doesn’t work.“Uh, yeah. You didn’t notice earlier?” Alexander says, stepping back further after noticing Adom discomfort.
They stumble into Alexander condo while kissing. The whole place is cast in shadow. Adom almost trips over a pair of shoes left out on the floor and Alexander has to catch him by the waist. They both laugh in each other’s mouths, still kissing, unwilling to let go. Adom reaches a hand out to feel for a wall, he manages to find it right before Alexander is pushing him onto it. His back hits the plaster with a soft thud, Alexander lips a soft impact in comparison on his neck. Adom toes off his shoes, a rush to take off his jacket while keeping up with Alexander pace.Alexander smiles against his neck, thumb running across Adom bottom lip. He laughs when Adom gets his sleeve stuck on his watch. It would feel out of place if Adom wasn’t also laughing at his own clumsiness. Alexander steps back and helps him take his suit jacket off, eyes never leaving Adom. He almost looks fond. It feels foreign to Adom to be looked at lik
Except Adom didn’t know that what was making him so angry was that he felt like he was losing control. He hadn’t even realized his scent had started to spike. The pills he usually takes for work don’t allow his scent any leeway; he’s surprised Alexander even knew he was an alpha. But it’s leaking out now, the bitter cocoa scent he doesn’t recognize much of anymore. It feels a little strange having someone else recognize his emotions better than himself. Alexander just stares up at him, patient. He raises a hand, as if asking Adom to join him on the bed. Adom stares at the hand but decides against it. He starts unbuttoning his own shirt, making sure to look at Alexander as he does. He can see it in Alexander eyes, that same look he had at the bar. Hungry, starving. Adom takes his time, he’s in control of the pace now, he can feel that the same way he can feel the tension in the air. He’s suddenl
Adom doesn't know it's happening until it is. Alexander is pressing their bodies together and it's driving Adom insane. He feels too close and not close enough all at the same time. The smell is really too strong, Adom thinks again. His eyes can't keep focus, and Alexander is too busy kissing down Adom neck to realise. Adom can feel his blood boiling, as Alexander goes lower and lower. The further Alexander travels the worse it gets.It's like his body can't take the space, he needs Alexander back up, kissing him right that instant. Adom hand feels like it's underwater as he reaches for Alexander, his skin feels itchy, like ants are crawling all over his arms. It only subsides once his fingers connect with Alexander. "Hm?" Alexander looks up at him, and Adom doesn't know what he sees but it must convince him to do just what Adom needs. Because in the next second he's coming back to kiss Adom's lips. "You okay?" He asks, fingers brushing away the hair
Adom sits on the floor, back resting on Alexander bed as he listens to the quiet trill of the shower. Even now he can feel that incessant pool continuing to gather inside his chest. He's been anxious since the moment Alexander had left to go take a shower, unable to understand what the other man was thinking about their situation. Adom himself is still in disbelief. Every timehe tells himself it can't possibly be true, the weight inside his chest expands just to mock him. He can't believe something like this is happening to him. His boring, mundane life turned on its head in the span of one night. He hears the bathroom door open, then looks up to see Alexander step out wearing fresh clothes. Adom stands up in a rush, nerves on edge. His eyes follow Alexander around the room as the man heads towards the bed. Adom clears his throat softly, "W-what are we going to do now?" hewrings his hands togethe
Adom stares at himself in the bathroom mirror in quiet contemplation. Alexander had almost bitten him and Adom had been more than willing to let him. It's a startling realisation to come to. Adom runs a hand down the front of his new dress shirt to help get rid of any wrinkles. He's stalling and he knows it. Alexander is waiting for him back at his office and Adom is unable to face him. Adom is taken back to the previous night where he had bitten Alexander because he needed to. His body was unable to resist doing so. It had felt like not biting Alexander, right there, right then would have been the end of him. Is that what Alexander had felt earlier? Adom bites at his nail again, he doesn't know what to make of that if it's true. The door to the bathroom opens and a few other employees shuffle in, bowing to Adom before going about to do their business. Ad
When Adom wakes up it's morning once more. He's lying on his side, the blanket pulled up to below his chin and the space beside him empty. He pats at the mattress and notices that it's cold to the touch. Alexander has been gone a while. As soon as the alpha pops into his mind the pool inside his chest stirs, like a cat stretching when it finishes a nap. He can feel that Alexander is far, everything inside of him feels dulled and muted. For a moment he can't manage to sit up, his hands a weight that seem unfamiliar to him. His eyes land on the window across from him. The moonlight from last night replaced by the blinding rays of the sun. A bird chirps from somewhere outside and he can hear a few people talking, walking, mingling outside of Alexander apartment. Adom focuses on the ambient sounds and pushes himself off of the bed.As soon as he's sitting up anxiety, foreign in its gravity settles upon him. He can smell Alexan
"So, we should probably exchange phone numbers," Adom passes Alexander his phone, taking Alexander's in exchange. They've got a game starting up on Alexander's console. Both of them had decided to just hang out and ask each other questions naturally. Alexander raises Adom's phone and snaps a picture to set as his contact photo before handing it back. Adom just adds a small soccer ball beside his name in Alexander's phone and calls it a day. "Oh? Do you play?" Alexander asks him once he's got his phone back, thumb running over the screen. "Yeah, you could say I'm a pro" Adom boasts, picking up a game console controller and starting a new run. "Hm, I'll believe it when I see it" Alexander knocks him with an elbow, Adom's player on the screen falling to their demise. He sends a glare to his right, Alexander pretending like he's done nothing wrong.They play like that for hours. Adom learns Alexander likes to cheat more than actually play.