“It’s as though it has a mind of its own,” Mathlin whispered. “Like it’s sentient and trying to say hi.”
“If that floats your boat. I won’t kink-shame.”
“No! Talking cocks are not my kink.”
“Get two pumps of lube in your palm, spread it over your hands to warm it up,” Titan said. Mathlin did exactly that. “Now, grip my cock and start stroking. Before I forget—right before you collect the sample, wipe the excess lube off my tip, so there isn’t too much of that going into the vial.”
“Okay.” Slowly, Mathlin wrapped his hands around that thick, heavy length. It was warm, growing harder as his hands dragged along it. “Wow, you’re big.”
“Biggest you’ve seen?” Titan smiled.
Mathlin couldn’t help it; he imagined that big cock sliding against his own body, thrusting against his lips, his nipples. He imagined Titan gripping his hair and fucking into his mouth, precum leaking onto his tongue.
Or maybe... Titan holding him down on all fours, slotting his cock between Mathlin’s thighs, teasing him with his sheer size. Maybe rubbing it against his hole, covering it with precum. Maybe he would press his tip against Mathlin’s entrance and shoot precum inside.
“Your scent changed,” Titan murmured.
Only then did Mathlin remember that Titan was a wolf. And that Titan could smell whatever pheromones Mathlin was putting off. “I’m falling sick!” he squeaked. “It makes me stink!”
Titan coughed lightly. “No, your scent was sweet and cozy, like warm linen. But it’s now deeper. Muskier.”
“I’m not wet!” Mathlin blurted.
Titan’s mouth curved. “Okay.”
Mathlin’s fingers wandered to Titan’s tip, stroking the bundle of nerves under it. Titan jerked and hissed; Mathlin gripped him where his knot would swell. The alpha’s eyes flashed gold.
“Can you smell it?” Mathlin’s mouth asked without his permission.
“Smell what?”
“My... fluids.”
“You’re implying that therearefluids to smell.” Titan grinned.
“No! There are none!” Mathlin’s hole squeezed damply. He jerked Titan’s cock in an attempt to distract him. The alpha groaned, his abs flexing.
“You’re doing great,” Titan murmured. “Stroke my entire length, base to tip. Give the tip some extra attention, rub its slit.”
It was slippery, Titan’s precum trickling down his length and adding to the wetness. Mathlin trailed his fingertips around the edge of Titan’s cockhead, then rubbed lightly against its opening. When Titan breathed out, Mathlin rubbed his slit harder.
“Massage my balls,” Titan said tightly, his breaths coming faster. “It increases cum production.”
With one hand still wrapped around Titan’s tip, Mathlin reached down, squeezing one ball at a time. “They’re heavy.”
“All the better to—” Titan coughed and looked away, his ears turning pink. His body was slowly tensing up, his balls pulling tight.
The longer Mathlin stroked him, the stronger Titan’s musk grew. His pupils had dilated, his lips parted as he began to pant.
“Fuck,” Titan growled, his voice edging intowolf. Was it Mathlin, or had Titan’s teeth grown sharper?
This felt dangerous. Thrilling. Mathlin had never encountered an alpha who behaved this way during sex. He slid his hands all the way to Titan’s base, his fingers brushing wiry hair. Then he dragged his fingers to Titan’s tip, flicking his wrist.
Titan tensed, holding his body still as though he was trying not to lunge forward. Did he... want to taste Mathlin’s hole?
Slick trickled out of Mathlin. Titan’s nose twitched; his gaze raked over Mathlin as though undressing him. He could smell Mathlin’s slick, couldn’t he? Mathlin blushed. This was supposed to be a one-way thing; he wasn’t supposed to get aroused. But there was a traitorous bulge at the front of his pants, and his underwear was soaked.
“I’m trying to keep this professional,” Titan growled. His fangs had lengthened, sharp and dangerous. His skin was fuzzier, his eyes bright gold.
