Mathlin focused on the hug so at least he was doingsomethingright.
“Mmm.” Titan rubbed his jaw against the side of Mathlin’s head. “You can hug me tighter, if you’d like. I don’t break easily.”
Mathlin wrinkled his nose. “You say that, but you literally have two big injuries.”
He tightened his arms around Titan, though. It felt good, pressed snug against the alpha. If they knew each other better, maybe Titan would even let Mathlin shift into his other shape, and curl up on his chest. That way, Mathlin wouldn’t drool all over him.
“I like this,” Titan murmured.
“We can have more hugs if you want.” Something tickled the back of Mathlin’s mind. “Wait. I said I was going to help you find a good omega.”
Titan blinked. “Oh.”
Was it Mathlin, or did the alpha sound disappointed?
Maybe Mathlin was imagining things. “I’ll help you take a good dick pic the next time. We can use that to attract omegas like flies to honey.”
“Wouldn’t they want to see my face?”
Mathlin squinted at Titan’s face. “Your face should be a surprise.”
Titan snorted. “So they should be attracted to my cock first?”
Mathlin nodded. “If they’re going to sit on your cock for the rest of their lives, then it’s extremely important.”
“Not my shining personality?”
“I don’t know how to condense a personality into a profile picture,” Mathlin admitted. “Maybe if you squeezed six things on there. Like a wolf eating a donut while jumping through a ring of fire, except the wolf is also wearing a chef’s hat, and he has a huge eggplant strapped to his belly.”
Titan was laughing again, silently, his entire body shaking. “You forgot the milking business. And I also have a pretty popular social media channel.”
“You do?” Mathlin pulled away to look Titan in the eye. “What is it?”
The alpha almost seemed self-conscious when he said, “Look up HeHowlsHeBakes.”
Mathlin glanced around for his phone.
“You can use mine.” Titan told Mathlin how to unlock it.
Mathlin held the phone up to Titan’s face. Then he opened the video app, carefully navigating to Titan’s channel. “Wow, you’re naked in them.”
“Topless,” Titan said dryly. “I’m not allowed to post videos of me fully nude.”
“You can on OnlyFangs. You mean you haven’t done that?”
Titan lifted one shoulder. “I was going to try it next, if the milking business didn’t take off. But to tell you the truth, I’m growing a little tired of all the comments telling me how hot I am. No one appreciates the technical aspects of my videos, like the snappy editing and great lighting. But hey, it brings in cash, I guess.”
He sounded so weary that Mathlin leaned into him. “Let me watch a video or two.”
One of the thumbnails showed Titan’s hand cupping some glistening cherries, right in front of his bare abs. Mathlin played that video and watched in stunned silence as Titan’s back muscles flexed in the low light. In the video, Titan whisked flour into some yeasty water and kneaded it, his powerful shoulders rolling. It was followed by several close-ups of Titan’s fingers pushing into the soft dough, just like how he might push them into Mathlin.
Mathlin bit his lip, transfixed by Titan’s large hands smoothing oil all over the dough. Everything looked so slippery and seductive. There was even a close-up of Titan squeezing the popped cherries so their holes gaped open.
“Wow,” he whispered. “I didn’t know you made food porn videos.”
Titan’s smile was lopsided. “Idohave a lot of omegas in the comments volunteering to be my helper.”
“And you haven’t picked someone from there?”
