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"I can't do that," he says softly, staring absentmindedly in the whiskey glass, "I'm the Alpha."

"So?"

"So, I'm not supposed to be this.... submissive," he spats, eyebrow creasing as if the whiskey glass is a rotten tomato.

"Come here." Kamil instructs gently, watching the turmoil in the way he grinds his teeth, bites his lips but when he raised his head and their eyes meet, the hesitation fades.

Dropping into his arms, Kamil strokes his hair slowly at first, curls as wispy as flowers. Suddenly, he grabs onto them roughly tilting his head towards him, trailing a finger down his throat to a nipple.

And when a whimper fell from the Alpha's lips, he growled and bit his ear, leaving a mark so red fire pales in comparison.

"Out there, you're the Alpha. But in here with me, you're mine. You are my good boy."


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Full description titled Making the Alpha Submit blurb

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WARNING: mature scenes between two (consenting) men
light kink & submission
if a chapter labelled M isn't your kind of thing, do pass on to the next (or scroll rapidly to the end of the M chapter)



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Making The Alpha Submit  (BL)

A HAND AROUND HIS NECK, Kamil throws the Alpha against the wall and captures his lips, crushing their bodies together.

His lips are soft, his breath fast as Kamil slides up his stomach, brush past a nipple and along his chest tracing the hum of his heartbeat.

His left hand press into the crook of his hip and he melts into him, a lick of his bottom lip and all the things he's ever wanted are locked in his small moan.

Kamil teases him tasting the coffee on his lips, savouring but when the Alpha squirms under him and yanks him closer, crammed, he deepens the kiss ramming his tongue down his throat until all he can taste is Precious Precious Precious.

Until all he can feel is the Alpha raking grabby hands all over him, digging nails in his nape, the only sound in the room is their moans like lightning in his toes, like thunder in the pits of his stomach.

GIGGLE