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.
“Yours,” Techie hums in agreement. He steadies his ragged breathing and runs the calloused pad of his thumb over the velvety tip of Dopheld’s sensitive, softening cock. “I couldn’t f-fight it… something tells me we’re supposed to be together. Do you think it’s f-fate?” This is so silly; Techie can’t believe he said that aloud!
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