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 blushes from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. He melts into these soft caresses, feeling sated and languid like he’s floating on a cloud.
The hand that is free from Dopheld’s grip slides down to rest on the small of his back, and his sex-addled brain tells him it’s a good idea to pepper adoring kisses all over his neck.
But… Techie goes rigid. “D-does this mean we’re g-gonna be dads?”
Mitaka smiles softly and shakes his head. “I’m on birth control.. standard for most slaves.”he murmurs before kissing him softly. “W-we can though if that’s what y-you want…it would have to be my next heat though..”
He laughs nervously. “N-no, we’ve…only just met! Having kids together so quickly…! I- um, woah. Wh-what an idea,” Techie stuttered, cheeks coloring. “My line of w-work is too dangerous for kids, anyway.”
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