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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)

"WHY IS EVERYTHING SO blindingly white?" twirling a glass of white wine, Alpha Vermillion a.ka. Rust faux whispers to Alpha Regina (a.k.a Regent) "What is up with that?"

"Don't take my word for it but I hear the bride loves white."

"What does that have to do with us though?"

"The decorations. The dress code for the guests. She wants to be wed in white," Magnolia explains as if the reason should be clear.

"Again, what does that have to do with us? They should keep that shit in the bedroom. Why include us?"

Rust does a duh, fixed it face at Magnolia who isn't invested in the conversation but at the meat skewers on his plate.

"This is a once in a lifetime occasion for Rivers. Let him do what he wants," legs crossed, head in her palm, Snowdust lazily dance a fringer around the rim of her empty wine glass.

"You mean, what the bride wants. Is this what compromise is? Too much white?"

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