Mark Me Yours
"You flaked out on me man, you were supposed to help me pick my new color last week!"
"Mick, I was on heat leave, you know that. I didn't blow you off on purpose."
Michael pouted a little, his intense blue eyes narrowing suspiciously. He was an omega as well, with a flair for the dramatic. He was fond of color, and had several protective bite collars which he bedazzled himself since, well, they were too boring on their own. The one he wore now was dyed purple, and was the one he usually wore to work in. It clashed with his neon pink t-shirt, just like he liked it.
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