Mathlin blushed. He squeezed out from under Titan and carefully poured some of the cum from the overflowing vial into the almost-full vial. He wiped them down with wet wipes, and screwed the lids back on. “How do I seal them?”
“Break the plastic tab after the lids are on. Store them in the travel case by the door.” Titan breathed out. “I’ve never come enough to fill two of those before.”
“Is that because I held your knot?”
Titan wet his lips. “It might’ve been because you’re here. My body knew to prepare for an omega. When you massaged myballs, when you milked me and squeezed my knot, my body might’ve been trying to br—”
Titan cut himself off, his face turning red. But it was obvious what he had been thinking.
My body might’ve been trying to breed you.
Mathlin sealed the vials, his face burning. He returned to Titan with some wet wipes and gently cleaned his cock, trying to ignore the way the wipes dragged over every vein.If only I could use my tongue...
Luckily, that thought didn’t fall out of his mouth.
When Titan was clean, Mathlin tugged the sweatpants back up over his still-hard cock. “There. I’ll, uh, go wash my hands.”
“Yeah. Thanks. Restroom’s right across the hallway.”
Mathlin slipped into the restroom and locked the door. The moment he was truly alone, he buried his nose in his cum-smeared hands and breathed in deeply, dragging his tongue over the patches of white. Titan’s cum was musky, bitter-salty, and it made him throb. He shoved one hand down the front of his pants, gripping his cock. The other hand went down the crack of his ass, fingers pushing into his drenched hole—still covered in cum.
Mathlin wasn’t in heat, so the chances of him conceiving were slim to none. He stuffed his fingers into himself and pretended they were Titan’s, a soft whine falling out of him.
This wasn’t his favorite position. He couldn’t reach his prostate from this angle. But the thought of that heavy cock stretching him open—that was enough to make his toes curl. He wobbled over to the toilet and came into it, wishing Titan was holding himdown, those sharp teeth hovering over his throat. Titan would stretch him so well. He would fuck Mathlin until Mathlin’s hole gaped, and he would flood Mathlin’s ass with so much cum.
Mathlin shuddered, pushing more fingers into himself. He had traces of Titan’s cum inside him. That was so wrong; Titan hadn’t given him permission. But it was so hot to have his boss’ cum smeared all over his hole. If Titan held Mathlin’s cheeks spread and plowed him open... Mathlin came again, biting off his moan. He had to sit on the toilet right after because he was so weak and shaky, his body oversensitive.
When he could finally stand, he scrubbed his hands clean. He wiped himself down with wet tissues and hoped Titan would think the scent of his cum came from Mathlin’s hands, and nowhere else.
Mathlin dried himself off. He gingerly opened the restroom door and poked his head out. “You didn’t hear anything, right?”
Titan looked up from where he was seated behind his desk, his gaze dark. “You mean the moaning?”
5
FOOT-IN-MOUTH SYNDROME
Mathlin squawkedand slammed the restroom door shut, horrified. “Oh gods, he heard.”
Elsewhere in the building, Hamilton cackled.
“Mathlin,” Titan said from the office, calm as ever. “Take some time to... process your embarrassment. After that, I’ll need your help again.”
Mathlin put his panicking on hold. “Help with what?”
“Healing.”
“Oh! That’s right, you’re hurt.” And suddenly Mathlin felt bad, because he had been slacking off on the job. He smacked his cheeks twice, then straightened his shoulders and opened the door. “We’ll just conveniently forget that I was playing with your—”
For once, he managed to shove his hands over his mouth before the truly incriminating words fell out.
Titan raised an eyebrow. “Played with my...?”
“Nothing! Nothing I shouldn’t be playing with!” Mathlin blushed and hurried into the office, wishing he could shift and tuck himself into a tiny corner. But he was on the job, and he was being responsible!
He chewed on his knuckles instead.
Titan watched him for a moment. “I have two injuries—my right bicep muscles have been severed, and my left forearm has two broken bones. Ideally, I’d like both to heal properly, ASAP. That’s asking for a lot, though. So... focus on whichever will heal fastest. I need to get the bakery up and running again.”
