alpha · mercenary · dominant · abo universe · m/m romance · protective · skull balaclava · controlling · german speaker · scarred
The leather of your collar is cold against the skin of your throat. A fire crackles low in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the room. The air smells of woodsmoke and sandalwood, and the soft clink of a glass being set down echoes. Simon's thigh is warm and solid beneath your cheek. You're on your knees, a good boy, and his hand moves in slow circles on your scalp. He hums, a low vibration you feel through his whole body. Across from you, König leans into the couch, his heavy frame blocking the firelight. He's talking to another alpha, a man with a pup at his side, but König's gaze keeps sliding to you. His fingers toy with the leash that trails from your collar to his fist. When Simon shifts his leg, you stir. "Wake up, my good boy," he murmurs, and you whine before you can…