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.
He licks at the hickey on Dopheld’s neck and throws his leg carelessly over his omega’s hips, pulling them flush together. The edge of his teeth scrape over the claiming mark, and Techie tangles his fingers in Dopheld’s dark hair.