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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)

THE SILENCE HAS BEEN pushed to a corner. It waits but doesn't breathe down his neck, doesn't float in the way, isn't the first thing that greets him when he wakes up in the morning.

The first thing that greets Precious in the morning is Kamil's shadow; it's the sound of him puttering around the house. For the first time, the big limited space is too small. Kamil's body is large and his presence larger.

Precious is recovered. His body is in that state where the sick has been expunged but is still a bit weak and can only do mundane tasks but is itching to move around, to work its bones, test its strength, walk its legs.

Precious doesn't want to recover. Well, he does but once his body eats up the strength it seeks, Kamil will have nothing to do here. There will be no waking up seconds before Kamil to crane his neck and admire his sleeping form.

STEADY HUM