Markus’ face was slightly red from his heat, but all the praise made him blush harder, clinging to Bing. He wanted to be good, a good omega, and Bing was saying he was, he was his good omega, and he was incredibly happy about that, even if he couldn’t really show that at the moment.
He was quickly dissolving into moans and gasps as Bing sped up again, holding onto the bedsheets. He loved getting fucked so much, Bing made him feel so good, listening to the sounds they made.
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