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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)

"HELLO? PRECIOUS? IS THIS you?"

It is like magic. Like the power of an invincible hug. Precious can not understand how someone's voice can make days of stress go away as if it was never there.

"Goddess, your voice is amazing. Why do you sound so good."

Hearing Kamil's low chuckle is like pulling your head out of the water to breathe. The water cools your insides while the sun warms your face. It is that good.

"I'm sorry for calling late. There was a problem with the hotel's phone lines. It got fixed this morning."

When he had been informed by the hotel's manager, he wanted to test it out for himself. But he knows that if Kamil pick up that call, he will cuddle into himself and go nowhere. Like how he is right now.

I CAN HEAR YOUR VOICE