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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)

"PASS THE SALT," REGENT repeats, "Pass the salt."

Sitting adjacent her, Snowdust picks up the salt shaker but doesn't pass it. "Tell me something about you."

"Tell me something I don't know about you."

Regent gives her a look but Snowdust only shrugs.

"Can someone else pass me the salt?"

Rivers snap his fingers at the server punctiliously posed behind them but Snowdust shakes her head at him.

"No. She has to answer. It's a game."

"We are literally having breakfast."

Regent glance at the table for someone to talk some sense into Snowdust but no one does. Sighing, she complies.

"I have never been buried in the sand."

"Hey!" Snowdust throws the salt to which Regent catches easily. "I told you that in confidence."

"You don't pass the salt, you get seitlzed,"