Mitaka whimpers softly and looks up at the man. He didn’t look very frightening compared to his last master. He was afraid of most people after him though. Mitaka nods quickly and closes his eyes tightly, expecting to get hit.
Techie is getting aroused just from this alone. It’s been so long since he’s slept with anyone, and Dopheld is looking at him like he’s a divine delight served up on a silver platter. He looks all over for a moment and then crashes their lips together.
“I f-feel it too,” he confesses against Dopheld’s mouth, his body warm and tingling all over. Why does he smell so fucking delicious?
Techie drags him into his ship and pulls Dopheld over him like a blanket, kissing and nibbling on the smooth, pale skin of his neck.
TechieHux 