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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)

IN LIFE, IT IS said to know when to cut your losses and move on. Lick your wounds and move on. Face the other cheek and move on. In essence, know when it is wise to move on.

Whoever said those platitudes were fuckheads. When the fuck has that helped anyone? How the fuck will someone know when it is wise to move on? When you've spent a major part of your life with someone who knows you better than you know yourself?

When you've shared the greatest memories and pain known to anyone? When you're shellshocked at what you've done and any redeeming qualities you've ever had has gone down the drain?

Moving on is brushing things aside. Pretending you're well enough to forget: for the grudge of the past or the one you have for yourself to be ignored like a mild case of cough.

A BLUE SUN NEW YEAR