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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)

"LOOK AT YOU. YOU'VE been a secret bad boy."

Precious mumbles. "That was the whole point of the purchase."

"You don't have to talk weird if you're shy. I can close my eyes if you want."

In his boxes cluttered bedroom, Precious sits cross-legged on the floor, Kamil leaning over his shoulder as they sort through the toys Precious had been brave enough to buy but too chicken to use.

He wonders if Kamil can sense his anticipation, can see his fingers twitching. Not from nerves but because earlier today, Kamil had whispered 'Today, I'm bending you over and fucking you'. So his mind and cock has been having a field day.

Nonchalantly, Precious folds his arms at the display, hiding his mild embarrassment. They're just a fraction of what most have and yet more than what most have.

BENT OVER [M]