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Making The Alpha Submit (BL)

"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." ********** Full description titled Making the Alpha Submit blurb ******** 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) ***************** Contact me: Instagram @ameliacovet Twitter: @ameliacovet

AmeliaCovet · LGBT+
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January 23rd, xxxy

A PRODUCTIVE DAY IF Kamil says so. First year as Captain during the winter and he gives kudos to the previous Captain. Ensuring the strength of their security during the winter isn't an easy feat.

This is the season everything knows it'll fail, crack, crumble, stop working without explanation. Thank the Goddess for efficient division of labour: the soldiers knew their duties and didn't give him headache because of it.

Having had dinner two hours ago, Kamil thinks he could eat but he's sure that once he hit that shower, he is climbing into bed immediately. Tomorrow's breakfast will be at the crack of dawn.

Clammy with sweat and dirt, he pulls off his shirt off right from the door. He smells clover and butter in the air before he sees Precious leaning on the kitchen countertop fresh from the shower: damp hair, wearing a long loose shirt.