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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)

IF HE STEALS A few seconds of sleep, will she know? If he makes no sudden movement and gradually close his eyes. It will be a five minutes power nap. No, three.

Just three this time around. He will perk his ears to the ground, breathe steadily through his mouth and only relax his feet. Three minutes power nap or if he can wing it, three minutes REM but not too deep. Shallow.

This is a game Alpha Blue Sun plays to kill time and tiredness. He has wired his brain to take naps that blocks out noise but not movements. A nap that boosts his energy up to two hours. And if he does it right and isn't disturbed, up to three hours.

He deliberates and peptalks but he knows he won't do it. Not while she is right in front of him measuredly reading the newspaper, drinking her bitter tea.

CHASE A PEARL