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.
“Wh-why the fuck do you smell s-so int-toxic-c-cating?” Techie pants, already shoving Dopheld’s pants down to finger at his rim while he latches onto a nipple and sucks a hickey onto it.
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.
“Me n-neither… I don’t usually- uh, ever s-sleep with the people I free.” This had been his first time with anyone. “So, uh…c-congrats! You’re my first.”
Mitaka bites his lip as his eyes begin to water slightly. “A-are you m-mad at me? I-I’m usually n-not like this..n-not even in heat..y-you’re special somehow..” he whispers softly drawing small circles in his chest.
“How could I be m-mad? You’re perfect, Dopheld.” He means every word of it.
Techie’s knot starts to subside and he carefully pulls out, mindful not to hurt his unplanned lover. “I d-did okay, right? I’m a good alpha?” The thought that maybe he screwed up somewhere makes him want to throw up.
Mitaka smiles and nods, gasping softly and clings to him. “You were great dear…” He murmurs and kisses him heatedly. “Best heat I’ve had.” He purrs softly
A quiet sigh of relief is the only sound he makes after their kiss, and Techie closes his eyes, at peace. He’s on the verge of drifting away when suddenly his blood pressure spikes and he sits up.
“Shit! W-we can’t stay here, I forgot!” He hurries to pull his pants on and hops to the front of the ship as he wiggles into the left pant leg. “Dopheld, f-find a seat and strap in. The l-longer we’re here, the more chance I’ll get caught.”
Mitaka whimpers softly and slips Techie’s shirt on before sliding into the copilot seat and buckling in. He looks over at Techie and smiles softly. “W-where are we going?” He asks softly.
“There’s another slave auction on the next p-planet over,” Techie explains quickly, sweat beading on his forehead and rolling down slowly to the tip of his nose. He kept the ship’s speed steady and opened a channel. “Visitor’s vessel requesting exit, serial number 177489. Permission?”
There’s a tense silence on the other line…
Then: “Granted.”
“We’re in the clear,” he whispers to Dopheld, relieved. The ship takes off fully and Techie puts in the coordinates.
Mitaka smiles and leans over to kiss him softly. “C-can I ask you something?” He whispers, kissing down Techie’s neck gently as his heat begins to flair up again. He carefully slides into his lap blushing lightly and biting his lip. He swallows and rubs his neck lightly. “I-I don’t want you to get mad..but c-can I get a collar or something? L-like one of t-the pretty ones?” He asks softly.
Techie stills and turns to Dopheld, brows furrowed. “Collar? Y-you really want a collar?” To say he’s shocked would be an understatement.
Slaves wore collars. Techie had just freed him. But…did Dopheld want to be a slave after all? Techie looked hurt and more than a little confused. “Wh-why would you want a collar?”
Mitaka kisses him softly and threads his fingers through techie’s. “I-it’s not l-like that.. I-I just w-want to look p-pretty..w-will help me adjust..” He bites his lip as his eyes begin to water. “W-want everyone t-to know t-that I’m yours..” He whispers. He runs his fingers over the wounds on his neck from the metal collar.
He sniffles and hides his face in techie’s shoulder. “ I-i just t-though it would b-be easier on y-you..s-since you clearly d-don’t want t-to claim m-me normally..” he whimpers out, beginning to shake. He begins to doubt himself.
Fuck. Dopheld needed to take things at his own pace, not be pressured, and Techie was screwing everything up!
“I’m s-sorry, Dopheld… If you want a collar, you’ve got one.” He ran his fingertips softly over the previous collar’s scars. “We’ll get you a softer one, huh? Something pretty to m-match your eyes.”
Mitaka blushes lightly and nods, leaning into his touch. “T-thank you,l-love..” He whispers and kisses him softly. He nuzzles Techie’s throat lightly and moans softly. “I-I feel hot again..”
Uh oh. His pupils dilate so suddenly they whirr audibly, and Techie looks around the cockpit for the autopilot button, somewhat crazed. Already he’s aroused again, they both are, and all this heat business is rather ridiculous…but sexy as well.
He turns autopilot on and pulls Dopheld into his lap for a french kiss.
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.
“Me n-neither… I don’t usually- uh, ever s-sleep with the people I free.” This had been his first time with anyone. “So, uh…c-congrats! You’re my first.”
Mitaka bites his lip as his eyes begin to water slightly. “A-are you m-mad at me? I-I’m usually n-not like this..n-not even in heat..y-you’re special somehow..” he whispers softly drawing small circles in his chest.
“How could I be m-mad? You’re perfect, Dopheld.” He means every word of it.
Techie’s knot starts to subside and he carefully pulls out, mindful not to hurt his unplanned lover. “I d-did okay, right? I’m a good alpha?” The thought that maybe he screwed up somewhere makes him want to throw up.
Mitaka smiles and nods, gasping softly and clings to him. “You were great dear…” He murmurs and kisses him heatedly. “Best heat I’ve had.” He purrs softly
A quiet sigh of relief is the only sound he makes after their kiss, and Techie closes his eyes, at peace. He’s on the verge of drifting away when suddenly his blood pressure spikes and he sits up.
“Shit! W-we can’t stay here, I forgot!” He hurries to pull his pants on and hops to the front of the ship as he wiggles into the left pant leg. “Dopheld, f-find a seat and strap in. The l-longer we’re here, the more chance I’ll get caught.”
Mitaka whimpers softly and slips Techie’s shirt on before sliding into the copilot seat and buckling in. He looks over at Techie and smiles softly. “W-where are we going?” He asks softly.
“There’s another slave auction on the next p-planet over,” Techie explains quickly, sweat beading on his forehead and rolling down slowly to the tip of his nose. He kept the ship’s speed steady and opened a channel. “Visitor’s vessel requesting exit, serial number 177489. Permission?”
There’s a tense silence on the other line…
Then: “Granted.”
“We’re in the clear,” he whispers to Dopheld, relieved. The ship takes off fully and Techie puts in the coordinates.
Mitaka smiles and leans over to kiss him softly. “C-can I ask you something?” He whispers, kissing down Techie’s neck gently as his heat begins to flair up again. He carefully slides into his lap blushing lightly and biting his lip. He swallows and rubs his neck lightly. “I-I don’t want you to get mad..but c-can I get a collar or something? L-like one of t-the pretty ones?” He asks softly.
Techie stills and turns to Dopheld, brows furrowed. “Collar? Y-you really want a collar?” To say he’s shocked would be an understatement.
Slaves wore collars. Techie had just freed him. But…did Dopheld want to be a slave after all? Techie looked hurt and more than a little confused. “Wh-why would you want a collar?”
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.
“Me n-neither… I don’t usually- uh, ever s-sleep with the people I free.” This had been his first time with anyone. “So, uh…c-congrats! You’re my first.”
Mitaka bites his lip as his eyes begin to water slightly. “A-are you m-mad at me? I-I’m usually n-not like this..n-not even in heat..y-you’re special somehow..” he whispers softly drawing small circles in his chest.
“How could I be m-mad? You’re perfect, Dopheld.” He means every word of it.
Techie’s knot starts to subside and he carefully pulls out, mindful not to hurt his unplanned lover. “I d-did okay, right? I’m a good alpha?” The thought that maybe he screwed up somewhere makes him want to throw up.
Mitaka smiles and nods, gasping softly and clings to him. “You were great dear…” He murmurs and kisses him heatedly. “Best heat I’ve had.” He purrs softly
A quiet sigh of relief is the only sound he makes after their kiss, and Techie closes his eyes, at peace. He’s on the verge of drifting away when suddenly his blood pressure spikes and he sits up.
“Shit! W-we can’t stay here, I forgot!” He hurries to pull his pants on and hops to the front of the ship as he wiggles into the left pant leg. “Dopheld, f-find a seat and strap in. The l-longer we’re here, the more chance I’ll get caught.”
Mitaka whimpers softly and slips Techie’s shirt on before sliding into the copilot seat and buckling in. He looks over at Techie and smiles softly. “W-where are we going?” He asks softly.
“There’s another slave auction on the next p-planet over,” Techie explains quickly, sweat beading on his forehead and rolling down slowly to the tip of his nose. He kept the ship’s speed steady and opened a channel. “Visitor’s vessel requesting exit, serial number 177489. Permission?”
There’s a tense silence on the other line…
Then: “Granted.”
“We’re in the clear,” he whispers to Dopheld, relieved. The ship takes off fully and Techie puts in the coordinates.
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.
“Me n-neither… I don’t usually- uh, ever s-sleep with the people I free.” This had been his first time with anyone. “So, uh…c-congrats! You’re my first.”
Mitaka bites his lip as his eyes begin to water slightly. “A-are you m-mad at me? I-I’m usually n-not like this..n-not even in heat..y-you’re special somehow..” he whispers softly drawing small circles in his chest.
“How could I be m-mad? You’re perfect, Dopheld.” He means every word of it.
Techie’s knot starts to subside and he carefully pulls out, mindful not to hurt his unplanned lover. “I d-did okay, right? I’m a good alpha?” The thought that maybe he screwed up somewhere makes him want to throw up.
Mitaka smiles and nods, gasping softly and clings to him. “You were great dear…” He murmurs and kisses him heatedly. “Best heat I’ve had.” He purrs softly
A quiet sigh of relief is the only sound he makes after their kiss, and Techie closes his eyes, at peace. He’s on the verge of drifting away when suddenly his blood pressure spikes and he sits up.
“Shit! W-we can’t stay here, I forgot!” He hurries to pull his pants on and hops to the front of the ship as he wiggles into the left pant leg. “Dopheld, f-find a seat and strap in. The l-longer we’re here, the more chance I’ll get caught.”
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 blushes from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. He melts into these soft caresses, feeling sated and languid like he’s floating on a cloud.
The hand that is free from Dopheld’s grip slides down to rest on the small of his back, and his sex-addled brain tells him it’s a good idea to pepper adoring kisses all over his neck.
But… Techie goes rigid. “D-does this mean we’re g-gonna be dads?”
Mitaka smiles softly and shakes his head. “I’m on birth control.. standard for most slaves.”he murmurs before kissing him softly. “W-we can though if that’s what y-you want…it would have to be my next heat though..”
He laughs nervously. “N-no, we’ve…only just met! Having kids together so quickly…! I- um, woah. Wh-what an idea,” Techie stuttered, cheeks coloring. “My line of w-work is too dangerous for kids, anyway.”
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 blushes from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. He melts into these soft caresses, feeling sated and languid like he’s floating on a cloud.
The hand that is free from Dopheld’s grip slides down to rest on the small of his back, and his sex-addled brain tells him it’s a good idea to pepper adoring kisses all over his neck.
But… Techie goes rigid. “D-does this mean we’re g-gonna be dads?”
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.
There’s no way he’ll last, not with this gorgeous man pliant and fucked out thanks to him. HIM! It’s insane, Techie can’t even believe it. He’s a man possessed as he gives another few frenzied thrusts and then spills himself deep inside, helped along by Dopheld’s post-orgasm clenches and twitches.
However… Techie purposely left no claiming mark.
He pants over Dopheld for a few moments, eyes closed and lips parted as he catches his breath. Then he rolls over and off the omega.
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.
Mesmerized, Techie slipped a single digit inside and gasped as if he, himself, was being fingered. Dopheld was velvety soft and rapidly growing wet; the slick slid down Techie’s fingers and onto his palm. A ragged breath brought him back to reality; it had slipped past his own lips.
Slowly, building his confidence up, he moved in and out of Dopheld, gaze flickering between his face to gauge his reaction and to the spot where they were connected. Techie was transfixed. Yet, he couldn’t ignore his painfully erect cock; it strained against the thin, coarse fabric of his pants and he found himself thrusting up to seek sweet friction with Dopheld.
Mitaka moans loudly and arches his back as Techie fucks him with his finger. He’d never felt like this before with an alpha and his body was screaming for more. He wanted Techie. He wanted to be claimed…to be mated. He mewls softly and rolls his hips against techie’s fingers, clenching slightly against his finger, urging him to give him more. He slips his hand into Techie’s pants and begins stroking his cock gasping softly when he feels his knot starting to bulge slightly.
He looks up at Techie, eyes pleading. “N-need more…w-want you to m-mark me..make m-me yours..”
Techie throws his head back, overwhelmed by the intoxicating smell and heavenly sensations, and feels any last vestiges of control slip away… He takes his fingers out and flips them over so fast his long ginger locks crack like a whip.
One, two, three ruts against Dopheld’s ass and he’s fully hard, ripping his pants off to expose himself; cock flushed a dark red and leaking at the tip. His eyes whirr and lock on the omega’s face just before he pushes in, ecstasy contorting his face as beads of sweat start to roll down his thin body.
Techie feels… fucking amazing and wild with lust. He pushes forward and bottoms out with Dopheld’s tight, slick hole trying to milk the cum out of him.
Mitaka pants and rolls his hips. He mewls and pulls Techie into a heated kiss. He arches his back squirming lightly. “P-please..” he tilts his head back and presses his neck against techie’s mouth. He whimpers pleadingly. “B-bite me..a-alpha please..”
He wraps his legs around him and moans loudly as Techie slams his prostate.
He’s about to do it; stop mouthing at the scent gland on Dopheld’s sensitive neck and just bite. Techie’s knot has completely popped, there’s no pulling them apart, but suddenly he pulls back from the crook of the omega’s neck and clenches his own jaw hard.
More frantic, wild thrusting aimed right at his prostrate but Techie staunchly refuses to mark him, to claim him.
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