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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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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)

KAMIL ENTERS THE ALPHA'S office to see Precious on a phone call who holds up a finger. Rounding the corner of the table, he sees a piece of paper with scribbles and numbers on them.

"I'll hold. What fucking choice do I have?"

Telephone on hold, Kamil kisses him good morning. "I missed you this morning."

"Then we really missed each other."

Precious smiles behind the kiss that is short-lived when he's out of hold. He nods and scribbles unintelligibly.

"No. I don't care if they're just waking up... Don't cut me off. My visits has nothing to do with their phone calls. We agreed everyday by this time without exception," Precious rolls his eyes. "Your semantics is drool, put them on the line."

Precious pressed a button connecting to the conference line, mutes his and waits.

HOLD PLEASE