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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)

IT IS ABOUT LIKE déjà vu. Alpha North is woken up by urgent knocking on his door. The sound doesn't ease him out of his slumber. It shatters his rest and he is immediately in tiredness.

He wants to think he imagined it. Maybe he had a nightmare and the brutality of it woke him up, made him think he is hearing things. After all, Kamil is sound asleep.

Luck is not on his side tonight. No, this morning so tells the clock. On this side of two fifteen a.m, luck is fast asleep too. The knocking continues its insistent rapping and Precious reluctantly rolls away.

He sits up, fighting off sleep—dozing for a second too long, his sluggish brain too slow to work with his body. Goddess, he is as heavy as lead.

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