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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+
分數不夠
166 Chs

CONNIVING TONGUE [M]

April 25th, xxxy (Night)

KAMIL LOOKS SO COZY with the sheets up to his neck and a book obscuring his face. Not one to be left behind, Precious climbs onto the bed, slides the covers mid-thigh and swings a leg over.

Successfully straddling Kamil, Precious swipes the book from his hand, tapping Kamil's knee when his eyes stray to the book.

"Eyes on me."

Blue eyes shifts and rests on him. Folding his arms behind his head, Kamil slowly scans him; from his hair lazily piled on top of his head to the shirt barely covering his..modesty.

"That shirt is good on you."

A smile hints on his lips but he hides it by acting coy. "This old thing? It couldn't possibly. You on the other hand..."

"I'm not wearing anything."

"I know."

Shaking his head, Kamil chuckles but Precious consumes the sound for himself, Kamil's familiar lips opening up. Kamil palms and squeez, the other sweeping across Precious back.