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?”
I really hope that in my clydeland prompt I it that omega Clyde isn’t aware of whom his admirers are he just gets stuff.
When gifts begin appearing on the counter of his bar, Clyde doesn’t think they’re for him.
Flowers, chocolates, even bits of new items of clothing for him that send his senses into overdrive and make him come to a realisation that he thought weren’t possible. After all, most alphas want a soft, little omega to take, not one that’s hulking like him.
The realisation. The fabric of the clothes have two distinct smells of two distinct alphas; one is a shirt, just like a musty sweat and makes Clyde turn his nose up, but the other one, a soft sweater, smells like home. Bacon, beer, even a little bit of dope that reminds him of when he’d first tried smoking it, under big brother Jimmy’s watchful eye, of course.
In the shadowed corner of his bar, the place that he’d be happy to call his nest, Clyde drops one piece of clothing to the floor and clings on to the other, bringing it up to his nose. The soft sweater tickles his nose but Clyde can’t help but want to rub it against his cheek, liking how it smells and feels, and wants to get to know the alpha who gifted it to him, to tell him that he accepts his courting.
The next day, when a slim, ginger-haired man walks in and the same scent that Clyde has fallen in love with fills the air of his bar, Clyde nearly swoons. The alpha is soft, squishy and oh-so sarcastic. He’s perfect, Clyde decides, before he’s even spoken to him.
“Stensland,” the man says after being asked his name.
Irish. Small. An alpha.
Yes, Clyde thinks, he’s most definitely perfect.
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 laughs too loudly for the still of the night. “You’re so b-bad,” he smiles fondly, already getting excited again for the thought of Dopheld in his bed. When they find a simple boarding house, Techie pays for a single room and the owner gives them a wink on the way upstairs. He pretends not to notice but he’s flushed all over.
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.
His first thought was: “It matches my eyes,” and Techie’s face turned cherry-red. “You l-look so good,” he whispered into Dopheld’s ear, pressing a shy kiss to his jaw before pulling away. Techie paid for the collar as well and was given leashes for the omegas he’d purchased.
He felt sick to his stomach parading around with human beings on display as though they were nothing but possessions. Still, as soon as they were out of sight, Techie would give them supplies and help them start new lives as free people!
As they ducked into an alleyway far from the corrupt vendor’s market, Techie gave Dopheld’s hand a comforting squeeze.
Mitaka offers him a reassuring smile and thumbs lightly at his new collar, humming contently as he allows Techie to lead him. He glances at the slaves curiously and loops his arm around Techie and nuzzles his neck to breathe in his scent. “Love you..” He murmurs quietly.
The other omegas are watching; Techie grows bashful. “Not n-now,” he whispers to Dopheld, glancing back at them as well. They must be terrified and unsure of what to expect… Techie wants to keep this as easy as possible, for everyone’s sake.
He pulls away from Dopheld and reaches into his pack to produce two bags of supplies. “You d-don’t have to be afraid,” he reassures them, smiling. The woman’s gaze sharpens. The muscular omega looks frightened anyway.
Reaching out to hand them the supplies, Techie says, “In here are clothes f-for each of you. Get dressed quickly and take off your collars. You’ve been f-freed.”
Techie nods to Dopheld, encouraging him to give these newly-freed slaves a few parting words.
Mitaka smiles to the other omegas and nods. “Go start a new life..find someone who you love as much as I love my Techie.. “ He says, blushing softly. “No one is going to try to stop you.. go… have fun.”
His heart swells in his chest, so proud of his mate. The omegas high-tail it out of there after expressing their gratitude, leaving the two of them alone once more. “Dopheld, th-that was beautiful,” Techie smiles, wrapping an arm around his waist. His eyes water a little from thr overwhelming love he’s drowning in right now.
Techie takes Dopheld’s hand and presses it to his lips, pulse spiking.
Mitaka preens lightly and blushes brighter. “ I-it’s true..” He says softly before wrapping his arms loosely around Techie’s neck and kissing him softly. “I love you more than anything..” He whispers softly. He could feel his own heart beat racing in his chest. He didn’t know if it was his heat coming on again or just pure adoration of his lover, but he felt delightfully giddy.
Techie shivers, pulling them flush against each other; skin-to-skin. They probably shouldn’t start making out in a random alleyway. Yet Techie feels high on affection and victory: Dopheld is HIS and two more people joined the ranks of the free. With each sweet kiss, Techie’s head goes fuzzier and the touches grow more heated.
That’s why he’s loathe to spoil the mood, but there’s something important they have to discuss…
“Phel, I n-need to ask you something.”
Mitaka moans softly and looks up at him with his big brown eyes and kisses him softly. He smiles softly and nuzzles him softly. He could feel Techie’s unease through the bond and it made him slightly worried. “Anything Love..” He says softly.
“If… If one of th-the other omegas want to tag along too, wh-what should I do? I want to help them, but, uh. If that m-makes you feel bad…” Two different instincts were at war here.
Mitaka lets out a breath he hadn’t realized that he’d been holding before gently draping his arms around Techie’s neck and kissing him softly. “I’m not the jealous type, love. As long as they respect my boundaries and don’t try to take you from me I’m fine with it.” He says softly.
He perks up and breathes a relieved sigh to match his omega’s. “That’s g-good! Because it happens more often than y-you’d think, but Dopheld… You’re special. In every way.” Techie seems ready to lose himself in Dopheld’s kisses right there in the alley, but he remembers where they are and what they’re supposed to be doing. “It’s getting late,” he murmurs against his love’s lips. “Do you w-want to stay in a motel?”
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.
His first thought was: “It matches my eyes,” and Techie’s face turned cherry-red. “You l-look so good,” he whispered into Dopheld’s ear, pressing a shy kiss to his jaw before pulling away. Techie paid for the collar as well and was given leashes for the omegas he’d purchased.
He felt sick to his stomach parading around with human beings on display as though they were nothing but possessions. Still, as soon as they were out of sight, Techie would give them supplies and help them start new lives as free people!
As they ducked into an alleyway far from the corrupt vendor’s market, Techie gave Dopheld’s hand a comforting squeeze.
Mitaka offers him a reassuring smile and thumbs lightly at his new collar, humming contently as he allows Techie to lead him. He glances at the slaves curiously and loops his arm around Techie and nuzzles his neck to breathe in his scent. “Love you..” He murmurs quietly.
The other omegas are watching; Techie grows bashful. “Not n-now,” he whispers to Dopheld, glancing back at them as well. They must be terrified and unsure of what to expect… Techie wants to keep this as easy as possible, for everyone’s sake.
He pulls away from Dopheld and reaches into his pack to produce two bags of supplies. “You d-don’t have to be afraid,” he reassures them, smiling. The woman’s gaze sharpens. The muscular omega looks frightened anyway.
Reaching out to hand them the supplies, Techie says, “In here are clothes f-for each of you. Get dressed quickly and take off your collars. You’ve been f-freed.”
Techie nods to Dopheld, encouraging him to give these newly-freed slaves a few parting words.
Mitaka smiles to the other omegas and nods. “Go start a new life..find someone who you love as much as I love my Techie.. “ He says, blushing softly. “No one is going to try to stop you.. go… have fun.”
His heart swells in his chest, so proud of his mate. The omegas high-tail it out of there after expressing their gratitude, leaving the two of them alone once more. “Dopheld, th-that was beautiful,” Techie smiles, wrapping an arm around his waist. His eyes water a little from thr overwhelming love he’s drowning in right now.
Techie takes Dopheld’s hand and presses it to his lips, pulse spiking.
Mitaka preens lightly and blushes brighter. “ I-it’s true..” He says softly before wrapping his arms loosely around Techie’s neck and kissing him softly. “I love you more than anything..” He whispers softly. He could feel his own heart beat racing in his chest. He didn’t know if it was his heat coming on again or just pure adoration of his lover, but he felt delightfully giddy.
Techie shivers, pulling them flush against each other; skin-to-skin. They probably shouldn’t start making out in a random alleyway. Yet Techie feels high on affection and victory: Dopheld is HIS and two more people joined the ranks of the free. With each sweet kiss, Techie’s head goes fuzzier and the touches grow more heated.
That’s why he’s loathe to spoil the mood, but there’s something important they have to discuss…
“Phel, I n-need to ask you something.”
Mitaka moans softly and looks up at him with his big brown eyes and kisses him softly. He smiles softly and nuzzles him softly. He could feel Techie’s unease through the bond and it made him slightly worried. “Anything Love..” He says softly.
“If… If one of th-the other omegas want to tag along too, wh-what should I do? I want to help them, but, uh. If that m-makes you feel bad…” Two different instincts were at war here.
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.
His first thought was: “It matches my eyes,” and Techie’s face turned cherry-red. “You l-look so good,” he whispered into Dopheld’s ear, pressing a shy kiss to his jaw before pulling away. Techie paid for the collar as well and was given leashes for the omegas he’d purchased.
He felt sick to his stomach parading around with human beings on display as though they were nothing but possessions. Still, as soon as they were out of sight, Techie would give them supplies and help them start new lives as free people!
As they ducked into an alleyway far from the corrupt vendor’s market, Techie gave Dopheld’s hand a comforting squeeze.
Mitaka offers him a reassuring smile and thumbs lightly at his new collar, humming contently as he allows Techie to lead him. He glances at the slaves curiously and loops his arm around Techie and nuzzles his neck to breathe in his scent. “Love you..” He murmurs quietly.
The other omegas are watching; Techie grows bashful. “Not n-now,” he whispers to Dopheld, glancing back at them as well. They must be terrified and unsure of what to expect… Techie wants to keep this as easy as possible, for everyone’s sake.
He pulls away from Dopheld and reaches into his pack to produce two bags of supplies. “You d-don’t have to be afraid,” he reassures them, smiling. The woman’s gaze sharpens. The muscular omega looks frightened anyway.
Reaching out to hand them the supplies, Techie says, “In here are clothes f-for each of you. Get dressed quickly and take off your collars. You’ve been f-freed.”
Techie nods to Dopheld, encouraging him to give these newly-freed slaves a few parting words.
Mitaka smiles to the other omegas and nods. “Go start a new life..find someone who you love as much as I love my Techie.. “ He says, blushing softly. “No one is going to try to stop you.. go… have fun.”
His heart swells in his chest, so proud of his mate. The omegas high-tail it out of there after expressing their gratitude, leaving the two of them alone once more. “Dopheld, th-that was beautiful,” Techie smiles, wrapping an arm around his waist. His eyes water a little from thr overwhelming love he’s drowning in right now.
Techie takes Dopheld’s hand and presses it to his lips, pulse spiking.
Mitaka preens lightly and blushes brighter. “ I-it’s true..” He says softly before wrapping his arms loosely around Techie’s neck and kissing him softly. “I love you more than anything..” He whispers softly. He could feel his own heart beat racing in his chest. He didn’t know if it was his heat coming on again or just pure adoration of his lover, but he felt delightfully giddy.
Techie shivers, pulling them flush against each other; skin-to-skin. They probably shouldn’t start making out in a random alleyway. Yet Techie feels high on affection and victory: Dopheld is HIS and two more people joined the ranks of the free. With each sweet kiss, Techie’s head goes fuzzier and the touches grow more heated.
That’s why he’s loathe to spoil the mood, but there’s something important they have to discuss…
“Phel, I n-need to ask you something.”
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.
His first thought was: “It matches my eyes,” and Techie’s face turned cherry-red. “You l-look so good,” he whispered into Dopheld’s ear, pressing a shy kiss to his jaw before pulling away. Techie paid for the collar as well and was given leashes for the omegas he’d purchased.
He felt sick to his stomach parading around with human beings on display as though they were nothing but possessions. Still, as soon as they were out of sight, Techie would give them supplies and help them start new lives as free people!
As they ducked into an alleyway far from the corrupt vendor’s market, Techie gave Dopheld’s hand a comforting squeeze.
Mitaka offers him a reassuring smile and thumbs lightly at his new collar, humming contently as he allows Techie to lead him. He glances at the slaves curiously and loops his arm around Techie and nuzzles his neck to breathe in his scent. “Love you..” He murmurs quietly.
The other omegas are watching; Techie grows bashful. “Not n-now,” he whispers to Dopheld, glancing back at them as well. They must be terrified and unsure of what to expect… Techie wants to keep this as easy as possible, for everyone’s sake.
He pulls away from Dopheld and reaches into his pack to produce two bags of supplies. “You d-don’t have to be afraid,” he reassures them, smiling. The woman’s gaze sharpens. The muscular omega looks frightened anyway.
Reaching out to hand them the supplies, Techie says, “In here are clothes f-for each of you. Get dressed quickly and take off your collars. You’ve been f-freed.”
Techie nods to Dopheld, encouraging him to give these newly-freed slaves a few parting words.
Mitaka smiles to the other omegas and nods. “Go start a new life..find someone who you love as much as I love my Techie.. “ He says, blushing softly. “No one is going to try to stop you.. go… have fun.”
His heart swells in his chest, so proud of his mate. The omegas high-tail it out of there after expressing their gratitude, leaving the two of them alone once more. “Dopheld, th-that was beautiful,” Techie smiles, wrapping an arm around his waist. His eyes water a little from thr overwhelming love he’s drowning in right now.
Techie takes Dopheld’s hand and presses it to his lips, pulse spiking.
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.
His first thought was: “It matches my eyes,” and Techie’s face turned cherry-red. “You l-look so good,” he whispered into Dopheld’s ear, pressing a shy kiss to his jaw before pulling away. Techie paid for the collar as well and was given leashes for the omegas he’d purchased.
He felt sick to his stomach parading around with human beings on display as though they were nothing but possessions. Still, as soon as they were out of sight, Techie would give them supplies and help them start new lives as free people!
As they ducked into an alleyway far from the corrupt vendor’s market, Techie gave Dopheld’s hand a comforting squeeze.
Mitaka offers him a reassuring smile and thumbs lightly at his new collar, humming contently as he allows Techie to lead him. He glances at the slaves curiously and loops his arm around Techie and nuzzles his neck to breathe in his scent. “Love you..” He murmurs quietly.
The other omegas are watching; Techie grows bashful. “Not n-now,” he whispers to Dopheld, glancing back at them as well. They must be terrified and unsure of what to expect… Techie wants to keep this as easy as possible, for everyone’s sake.
He pulls away from Dopheld and reaches into his pack to produce two bags of supplies. “You d-don’t have to be afraid,” he reassures them, smiling. The woman’s gaze sharpens. The muscular omega looks frightened anyway.
Reaching out to hand them the supplies, Techie says, “In here are clothes f-for each of you. Get dressed quickly and take off your collars. You’ve been f-freed.”
Techie nods to Dopheld, encouraging him to give these newly-freed slaves a few parting words.
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.
His first thought was: “It matches my eyes,” and Techie’s face turned cherry-red. “You l-look so good,” he whispered into Dopheld’s ear, pressing a shy kiss to his jaw before pulling away. Techie paid for the collar as well and was given leashes for the omegas he’d purchased.
He felt sick to his stomach parading around with human beings on display as though they were nothing but possessions. Still, as soon as they were out of sight, Techie would give them supplies and help them start new lives as free people!
As they ducked into an alleyway far from the corrupt vendor’s market, Techie gave Dopheld’s hand a comforting squeeze.
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