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 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

 "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.

Adom settles back into his spot and they start a new game. "He's attractive," Adom starts, he says it like the words are harder than pulling teeth. Sebestian scoffs at his reluctance and gives a quiet hum. "And he's older, by a few years." Adom jabs at the buttons on his controller, trying his best to not die in the game. "He's got his own company, and his own condo. His place is super clean and tidy, and he's super smart as far as I can tell." Adom's mind conjures up an image of Alexander, smile bright and suit crisp earlier that morning, just to torture him. "He's nice. Like really sweet and considerate, always thinking ahead and making sure I'm comfortable." Adom looks down at the controller in his hands, now limp within his lap and sighs. He wants to see Alexander already. It can't be more than half an hour since Alexander dropped him off and yet to Adom it feels like it's been too long. The bond is calling for him, the water a sad lull inside his chest. "Wow," Sebe

  Adom exits through the door and tucks the sheets into his bag. He starts walking towards the elevators, feeling numb all over. This is really happening; he thinks and feels his eyes start to water. Leaning against the hallway walls he finds Sam, a concerned frown masking his features. Adom makes to walk past him and into an awaiting elevator but gets stopped. He had been grateful that by the time his little chitchat with the boss had finished nobody was left in the office, all having gone home for the day. He's really not in the mood to see Sam right now, one of his juniors. For all he knows Sam could have been one of the few who had wanted to switch out from his team.    "Is everything okay?" Sam asks, his hand that had reached out to block Adom's path cowering back to his side. Adom looks at him, his eyes holding all the contempt and vexation he wasn't able to show or even conjure up for their boss. "Not really, no" Is his