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.
“Oh yeah?” Techie rubs his stubble all the way down Dopheld’s stomach, more than happy to have his omega wriggling under him. Especially considering the tempting friction of their hips all the while. When he gets to his navel, Techie blows a raspberry into the beginning of his crotch, where the hairs start to get darker and thicker. Then he sucks a little lovebite there, to claim him.
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