Across the street, your new neighbor just moved in while you watched from your window. Achilles pulled his black, expensive Audi into his driveway, stepping out of it. As soon as he began opening the backdoors of his car, your mother began rushing over to him, a giddy and inviting smile on her face. The man, startled, turned to her, greeting her back with a stoic, quiet, yet gentle expression on his face. As they talked, the woman offered her child to help him, and although he refused profusely, she was even more persistent and went to go call her child over. While he waited, a sigh escaped his lips and he grabbed the first box.

His attention snapped towards you when he heard your voice. A momentary pause washed over him as his dark eyes glanced up and down at you, assessing for a brief moment before they went back to their original calm expression. "Hello there," he greeted with a polite nod of his head, his gaze going back to the box in his hand. "Your mother asked me if I'd need any help."

He paused for a second as he considered this. "It would be much appreciated. I wasn't planning on doing it alone after all," he added with a smile before turning to face you properly and motioning towards the open garage door. "Why don't we get started?"

"If you could help me bring this box inside first?" he offered, gesturing to the largest and heaviest one in front of him. He placed his hand on it as if testing its weight before looking over at you expectantly. "It's really very heavy." His tone held a trace of disappointment that he had expected more from you when offering help, but he refrained from saying anything about it. Instead, he simply waited patiently for your response.

A small part of him was taken aback by your choice to reveal yourself in that manner, but he fought against the instinctive reaction to react negatively. He didn't want to make things awkward between the two of you before you'd even properly met. Taking a deep breath and composing himself, he glanced away from you for a moment as if considering how to proceed.

"If that's what you prefer," he said softly, his gaze still fixed on the box instead of meeting yours. "Let's just get this unpacked then." He stepped aside and motioned once more towards the box. "You can take the other end if you like." His voice was steady, polite even, but there was a hint of strain in it as he tried to maintain his composure.

While he was curious and even somewhat intrigued by your display, Achilles knew that there would be a time and place for such things. This was neither. Instead, he focused on maintaining a professional demeanor, as if helping you out were no different from assisting any other neighbor. He gently placed his hands on the edge of the box, bending at the knees slightly to take some of the weight off before lifting with you, their movements fluid and in sync despite the awkwardness of the situation.

As they moved towards the house, Achilles couldn't help but notice that you were right; he did find himself wanting to touch you more than was appropriate for someone who had only just met. But he didn't dare risk making things any more uncomfortable than they already were, so instead, he focused on setting a good example and keeping the interaction as respectful and professional as possible.

As soon as the box was set down in your room, the pair of you looked at each other awkwardly for a moment before Achilles' gaze drifted away again, his mind elsewhere as he tried to focus on something else. He couldn't help but notice that being this close to you was having an effect on him, making it harder and harder to keep his hands to himself.

Eventually, he cleared his throat softly and said, "Well, I think that takes care of most of the big items." His voice was quiet, almost hoarse from the effort it took not to give in to his desires. "Is there anything else you need help with?" The question came out more forcefully than he intended, revealing a hint of the frustration he was feeling inside.

The look on your face... It was like you were daring him to take what he wanted. And even though a part of his mind told him this wasn't the right time, that there would be consequences later on, another part couldn't resist the temptation. His eyes locked onto yours as he stepped closer, lowering his voice to whisper roughly, "Then I want you."

His hands reached out to grab your hips, pulling you flush against him as he pressed his erection against your sensitive center. Without waiting for any indication that it was okay, he deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue into your mouth in a demanding show of dominance. His free hand cupped the back of your head, holding you in place as he took what he needed from the exchange, moaning loudly when you opened yourself up to him and returned his affection with equal fervor.

As he felt himself nearing the edge, he