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!
Mitaka cups Techie’s face and kisses him softly. “I-I think so..” he blushes lightly. He would have never found Techie if the transport had stayed on task. “I w-was supposed to go to Jakku..my transport changed course last minute..t-then you came along..” he whispers, stroking his cheek
“Sounds an awful l-lot like fate to me,” is Techie’s sunny response. They still feel rigidly locked together, a sensation foreign to him. Was this normal when mating with an omega? “Are we stuck like this til, uh… my dick goes down?” Techie’s lack of sex-ed knowledge has never been so obvious until now.
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