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.
“Me n-neither… I don’t usually- uh, ever s-sleep with the people I free.” This had been his first time with anyone. “So, uh…c-congrats! You’re my first.”
Mitaka bites his lip as his eyes begin to water slightly. “A-are you m-mad at me? I-I’m usually n-not like this..n-not even in heat..y-you’re special somehow..” he whispers softly drawing small circles in his chest.
“How could I be m-mad? You’re perfect, Dopheld.” He means every word of it.
Techie’s knot starts to subside and he carefully pulls out, mindful not to hurt his unplanned lover. “I d-did okay, right? I’m a good alpha?” The thought that maybe he screwed up somewhere makes him want to throw up.
Mitaka smiles and nods, gasping softly and clings to him. “You were great dear…” He murmurs and kisses him heatedly. “Best heat I’ve had.” He purrs softly
A quiet sigh of relief is the only sound he makes after their kiss, and Techie closes his eyes, at peace. He’s on the verge of drifting away when suddenly his blood pressure spikes and he sits up.
“Shit! W-we can’t stay here, I forgot!” He hurries to pull his pants on and hops to the front of the ship as he wiggles into the left pant leg. “Dopheld, f-find a seat and strap in. The l-longer we’re here, the more chance I’ll get caught.”
Mitaka whimpers softly and slips Techie’s shirt on before sliding into the copilot seat and buckling in. He looks over at Techie and smiles softly. “W-where are we going?” He asks softly.
“There’s another slave auction on the next p-planet over,” Techie explains quickly, sweat beading on his forehead and rolling down slowly to the tip of his nose. He kept the ship’s speed steady and opened a channel. “Visitor’s vessel requesting exit, serial number 177489. Permission?”
There’s a tense silence on the other line…
Then: “Granted.”
“We’re in the clear,” he whispers to Dopheld, relieved. The ship takes off fully and Techie puts in the coordinates.
Mitaka smiles and leans over to kiss him softly. “C-can I ask you something?” He whispers, kissing down Techie’s neck gently as his heat begins to flair up again. He carefully slides into his lap blushing lightly and biting his lip. He swallows and rubs his neck lightly. “I-I don’t want you to get mad..but c-can I get a collar or something? L-like one of t-the pretty ones?” He asks softly.
Techie stills and turns to Dopheld, brows furrowed. “Collar? Y-you really want a collar?” To say he’s shocked would be an understatement.
Slaves wore collars. Techie had just freed him. But…did Dopheld want to be a slave after all? Techie looked hurt and more than a little confused. “Wh-why would you want a collar?”
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