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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)

I LIKE YOU. LET'S date.

I like you. I know you feel the same.

Nuka bursts out laughing but shuts right up when Nia passes him a look. She has every reason to be confused.

There is nothing funny about cleaning shit. Focusing on the poop in front of him, Nuka shakes his head to clear it but the strong smell of shit is clouing his overall senselessness.

Because that is what is happening. He is senseless. This is not what he should be thinking. It should be an apology but Goddess knows that is the least idea he will entertain.

NOT YET