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’s smiling into the kiss, propping himself up on an elbow to properly cup Dopheld’s warm cheek. “I’ve got s-some stubble,” he laughs, feeling tipsy with joy, and nuzzles his prickly jaw over Dopheld’s soft skin. “Tickles?”