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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)

PRECIOUS CAN SLEEP FOR days if he is allowed. The downside is, he is not. There is no rest for the wicked (or an exhausted Alpha)

A sense of accomplishment sits on his face that anyone can spot it. Nia did. She is glad the business he went for was a success. He confirms it was.

Precious can envision a second trip in his future. Once he got in the groove of putting Miss Stick in the Mud in the deep, deep back of his mind, he could highlight the information needed.

Studying them is what awaits him at home. That said, Alpha North isn't pleased at Elder Evatri's ambush. Like a kungfu master, Elder Evatri waits in front of his house, Nuka and Kamil his unwilling students.

Any other day, Precious would be moved at the Elder's thirst for knowledge but it's not like he's going anywhere. Thus, Alpha North vaguely but tactfully puts the Elder off.

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