“Hmmm, you don’t want to…?”. He keeps his voice down to a drawl, his eyes stay fixed on the omega squirming beneath him. 

Sorahiko’s flushed an alarming shade of red— he closely resembles a boiled lobster. Miyamura finds it downright adorable. 

All that remains is for the omega to start whistling like a kettle to sell the ‘boiling from embarrassment’ look. It’s a shame that reality has no special effects. 

“H-How do I do that?”. His eyes shift ...