My Roommate is an Enigma
Language: en
My inseparable roommate just presented as an Enigma. He bit my gland, his eyes obsessed. "Milo, you smell so good." "I want you to have my babies..." I slapped his eager "Little Caleb" that was pressed against my leg. Roaring in anger: "Look clearly! I'm an Alpha! I'm not the one getting topped!" Caleb Vance pondered for a moment. He grabbed my waist and switched our positions. Then pressed my shoulders down, hard. A white light flashed before my eyes. Caleb looked at my unfocused gaze and thrust viciously. "Yeah, you're on top." "I'm inside."