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There's something about this new owner
While his wrists are kept under the large hand, it doesnt hurt, it never does
Teeth nibble at his skin, it doesnt leave a mark, doesnt bleed he doesnt cry
Meanwhile he feels the rough hand between his thighs, teasing on his clit, he never hurts
Thats his thing
Technoblade had been serving as a slave for decades, he was a human in a world where humans are bred to get sold as pets and slaves, his particular chain was for entertainment purposes, that is why even presenting with a mostly masculine body he still has a uterus and generally, a vagina, tho he cant get pregnant fortunatly
Yea there's a lot of guys that buy his chain, it makes him want to puke
A finger pushes inside and he gasps, air leaving his lungs with a crude fear, memories of blood and tearing and just so much pain. He sobs
Another thing about his owner is kisses, everywhere and especially when he cries, soft lips press on the line of tears and on his eye. The finger pushes out and in and it doesnt hurt
Being human everything is just bigger, his owner is an Elytrian, possessive and from the blood on his shoes, very upset
He doesnt know his owner's job, but he's pretty much loaded like most Elytrians that having the life span of about eight or nine hundred year, tend to use the old method of waiting for money to come in after investing them once
There arent many Elytrians, from what Techno knows most of them have been killed many, many years ago
He holds his breath as the man's hands slide away from his hand and cunt, reaching his back and under him, he wants to scramble but cant move and his owner lifts him from the bed, he yelps but the man chuckles so lightly he cant help but relax ever so slightly
Still he remains tense as he's brought in the tight embrace, and then on the mattress again with the weight of his owner crushing him in a sandwich of cuddles, his owner is upset, he does enjoy cuddles but it never got to such extent
He barely realizes the chuckles and warm laugh comes from right next his ear, he doesnt know if he should chuckle too, it never went well when he did without being asked to
The embrace gets a bit tighter and he starts worrying his owner might crush him, he feels so warm, his naked body against the much bigger and clothed one, and he feels fucking terrified he cant muffle his sob too well
It makes the body on top of his stiffen, he wants to bury himself before he gets buried by someone else, his owner's eyes meet his own and they simply hold so much kindness, so different from his puffy red ones
The concern in the man's eyes disappears after few seconds and he smiles softly, a hand slides on his cheek and Techno bites his lip, except he doesnt because a thumb makes him stop
Then, thick lips press oh so softly on his and he sighs in relief, his owner never kisses him on the lips when he's angry at him
The kiss lasts barely few seconds as the lips start trailing a path downward, to his chin, his jaw then his neck, his collarbone and his chest, a quick deviation to suck his nipple in which he gasps and whines and his owner chuckles again, when the lips reach his pube, two large hands hold his waist firmly, another thing about this man is pleasure, he does seek it but the one he gives is so much, too much
His nose presses on Techno's thin skin as his lips kiss his clit, he shakes at the wave of pleasure, and as something warm and slick starts licking it he strains, his back arches and the sheet under him folds, he moans trying to make as less noise as possible but the laps blend into eachother until instead of waves all he gets is one continous, endless pleasure
The squelching sound is shameful and after few moments his owner starts sucking his clit, he feels the orgasm approaching too fast and the hands holding him tightening to keep him still, he's sure the liquid running down his cheeks is tears now
Another thing about his owner is how he'd call him, sweetheart, honey, cutie and all that nonsense he hates, its not like he never got nicknames, they make him sick because even if someone may think pain and pleasure is better than pain and only pain, they tend to forget that honey and spicy dont go together
But without the spicy, the honey feels so sweet now, he grips the sheets tighter, his owner is so gentle with him, he feels his breath stuttering and chest rising with no rythm, he never yells not even if angry, his mouth clenches as he reach his climax, a loud groan that ends with more of a whine, the lapping continues and he knows it will until he's crying like a slut and gasping
Its not even panic what clouds his mind, he cant quite tell what he's feeling
So, so much gratitude to his owner, his kind hands, his warm chuckles and soft voice and the way he always speaks in whispers during sex like he knows, because he knows, that Techno even being as much trained as possible still gets terrified when people yell so close to him, so close to him while he's naked and with every sensible part exposed to get bit, cut, scratched or punched or kicked or... He knows
On the other hand decades of hurting make it hard for the one, single month he's been with the man heal the rest, he's scared
When his face is red and tears have started dampening the sheet, his throat is hurting and his whole body spasms with the now unbreaking rythm, overstimulation is something he never experienced out of the period he spent with this owner, its also very hard to describe
It takes your voice, it took his at least, and your control, having no way to come the same way as the first but also having the first orgasm somehow elongated until it fades so slowly but you dont notice because everything feels the same
He begs, thats what gets his owner to stop when it becomes too much, the first owner that listened to his begging and for that he'll bend anytime he's asked, he calls his name and blindly reaches for the man's hair, who with a long suck lets go of his abused clit and he can breath, his body shaking and every little movement feels like too much
The man licks his lip, enjoying the sight before him before frowning with that same smile in his own concerned way, his feathers puffing up lightly but what gets Techno's attention the most is the very, very much obvious bulge in his owner's pants
He's had few cases that tried to fit a dick in him, not really getting that him being a human and them being mobs made it kind of impossible without him ripping and bleeding while getting fucked like a sex doll, screaming the same name and begs and promises until he was fucking gagged because no one can have a screaming doll-
The concerned look is closer and so is a hand on his cheek, he notices he'd been staring while crying and thinking about not even a year ago, he looks at his owner's eyes and they're just so worried for him, he wants to curl up and cry on the man's chest and the fact, the knowledge that he probably could somehow makes it worse because he's not going to try
His hair is brought behind his ear and when the man looks down to see what exactly his little human was staring at he chuckles and shakes his head slowly before cupping Techno's cheeks, he kisses his forehead and whispers something he doesnt quite catch
He wouldn never try because he knows it'd rip him apart, he wont try because it'd hurt him, he doesnt want to hurt him, he's too precious
He sobs and look down, cheeks held by the warm hands
"Thank you"