Alpha×Alpha
Now that he's sitting beside the other alpha their bond is making its presence known again.
Adom can feel its want in the way the waves tumble over each other, as if racing in an imagined contest. It makes Adom feel giddy, wanting to keep looking at Alexander. "I know," Alexander returns his smile, hand reaching out to pat at Adom's. His touch is warm, like sunlight in the afternoon. Its pressure is light in comparison like a cool breeze, carrying with it a beauty of dragonflies. Alexander's hand flutters down onto his until the weight is all consuming and stays there. Adom feels like he's transported to a day in the middle of summer, sitting on the grass and watching as a pinwheel twirls an