November 28th, xxxx
A HAND AROUND HIS NECK, Kamil throws the Alpha against the wall and captures his lips, crushing their bodies together.
His lips are soft, his breath fast as Kamil slides up his stomach, brush past a nipple and along his chest tracing the hum of his heartbeat.
His left hand press into the crook of his hip and he melts into him, a lick of his bottom lip and all the things he's ever wanted are locked in his small moan.
Kamil teases him tasting the coffee on his lips, savouring but when the Alpha squirms under him and yanks him closer, crammed, he deepens the kiss ramming his tongue down his throat until all he can taste is Precious Precious Precious.
Until all he can feel is the Alpha raking grabby hands all over him, digging nails in his nape, the only sound in the room is their moans like lightning in his toes, like thunder in the pits of his stomach.
