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.
Mesmerized, Techie slipped a single digit inside and gasped as if he, himself, was being fingered. Dopheld was velvety soft and rapidly growing wet; the slick slid down Techie’s fingers and onto his palm. A ragged breath brought him back to reality; it had slipped past his own lips.
Slowly, building his confidence up, he moved in and out of Dopheld, gaze flickering between his face to gauge his reaction and to the spot where they were connected. Techie was transfixed. Yet, he couldn’t ignore his painfully erect cock; it strained against the thin, coarse fabric of his pants and he found himself thrusting up to seek sweet friction with Dopheld.
Mitaka moans loudly and arches his back as Techie fucks him with his finger. He’d never felt like this before with an alpha and his body was screaming for more. He wanted Techie. He wanted to be claimed…to be mated. He mewls softly and rolls his hips against techie’s fingers, clenching slightly against his finger, urging him to give him more. He slips his hand into Techie’s pants and begins stroking his cock gasping softly when he feels his knot starting to bulge slightly.
He looks up at Techie, eyes pleading. “N-need more…w-want you to m-mark me..make m-me yours..”
Techie throws his head back, overwhelmed by the intoxicating smell and heavenly sensations, and feels any last vestiges of control slip away… He takes his fingers out and flips them over so fast his long ginger locks crack like a whip.
One, two, three ruts against Dopheld’s ass and he’s fully hard, ripping his pants off to expose himself; cock flushed a dark red and leaking at the tip. His eyes whirr and lock on the omega’s face just before he pushes in, ecstasy contorting his face as beads of sweat start to roll down his thin body.
Techie feels… fucking amazing and wild with lust. He pushes forward and bottoms out with Dopheld’s tight, slick hole trying to milk the cum out of him.
Mitaka pants and rolls his hips. He mewls and pulls Techie into a heated kiss. He arches his back squirming lightly. “P-please..” he tilts his head back and presses his neck against techie’s mouth. He whimpers pleadingly. “B-bite me..a-alpha please..”
He wraps his legs around him and moans loudly as Techie slams his prostate.
He’s about to do it; stop mouthing at the scent gland on Dopheld’s sensitive neck and just bite. Techie’s knot has completely popped, there’s no pulling them apart, but suddenly he pulls back from the crook of the omega’s neck and clenches his own jaw hard.
More frantic, wild thrusting aimed right at his prostrate but Techie staunchly refuses to mark him, to claim him.
TechieHux 