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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)

"YOU LOOK LIKE A conglomerate in the exotic farmhouse he comes in once a week to think and hide away from the world."

"Look at you. Casually strolling in your complete formal suit, the neat hair, polished shoes, your hand in your pocket. You look like you have all the time in the world and none of the worries."

Alpha North looks down at himself as if he has forgotten what he is wearing: as if Nancy had said he is wearing a stranger's face.

Her description of him is spot on, save for the conglomerate, exotic farmhouse and none of the worries. The farm could be his new place to come to think, to let down his hair and just water away.

When he had walked up to the farming trio, they didn't refuse him and Nancy had given him a oh, you're back look and a hose.

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