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.
“Wh-why the fuck do you smell s-so int-toxic-c-cating?” Techie pants, already shoving Dopheld’s pants down to finger at his rim while he latches onto a nipple and sucks a hickey onto it.
Mitaka gasps loudly and arches his back. He kicks his pants the rest of the way off and instinctively tries to press his hips back against Techie’s fingers, trying to get them inside himself. “F-fuck.. you s-smell d-delicious as well..” he gasps
“S’good thing y-you’re open already,” Techie purrs, a hot, possessive feeling welling up in his throat. He slips two fingers inside Dopheld and gropes for his prostrate again, finding it much quicker the second time around.
Mitaka mewls and clings to him. He rolls his hips down desperately against the fingers. “A-alpha please..”
Techie moans and kisses down Dopheld’s stomach until he gets to his navel. With his free hand, he caresses the omega’s cock, grinning against his flushed skin.
TechieHux 