“Mm-hm. But... why is my pillow wet?”
“Your pillow?”
“Yeah, this—” Mathlin moved his hand, frowning at the blankets covering it. Something slid within his fist. Titan exhaled sharply. “Wait. What am I holding?”
Ever so slightly, Titan stiffened. “You... don’t know?”
The thick length jerked in Mathlin’s fist. “No...”
“Fuck,” Titan muttered. “Math—”
Mathlin looked at the dark, wet spot on Titan’s shirt. That was where he had been sleeping. Where he had beendrooling.Then he followed the length of Titan’s body, kicking off the blanket to reveal Titan’s abs, where his shirt had ridden up.
But Titan’s beautiful abs didn’t hold his attention for long, because...
Mathlin’s hand was shoved down the front of Titan’s pants.
His hand wasinside Titan’s pants.
Holding something long and hard.
It jerked again, thick and wet.
“Oh gods!” Mathlin cried, yanking out his hand. His fingers glistened with clear fluid. “I stuck my hand down your pants while I was asleep! Oh gods. Oh fuck. Do you hate me now? Are you going to fire me?”
“Math—”
He buried his face in his hands, twitching when he realized that he was smearing Titan’s musky precum all over his cheeks.
“Mathlin, no.” Titan sat up, peering at him in concern. “It was my fault. I should’ve woken you up to tell you. But you looked so comfortable that I... I wanted to let you sleep. And I wanted you to hold me for a while.”
It had been a good long while, judging by the amount of precum on his abdomen. Mathlin’s face burned. “I’m sorry anyway!”
“I’mthe one who should be sorry, not you,” Titan said, looking guilty. “I don’t know if you’ll forgive me—”
“I really wanted to touch your cock,” Mathlin blurted. “I think I wanted it so badly that it penetrated my subconscious. Is that the definition of ‘mindfuck’?”
Titan made a face. “I’ll promise not to do it again.”
“No!” Mathlin whimpered. “Please let me hold your cock again. The only thing I don’t like is that I wasn’t awake to enjoy any of it. How long was I holding you?”
“An hour, maybe.” Titan peered at him worriedly. “Are you sure?”
“An hour,” Mathlin whined, sniffing at the drying precum on his hand. “You can make up for it by letting me hold your cock for another hour. But this time, I want to be awake for it.”
“Fuck,” Titan hissed, his chest heaving. The wet spot on his pants grew larger.
“I’m okay with you touching me while I sleep,” Mathlin added, unable to tear his eyes away from Titan’s bulge. “As long as it feels good to me. But that probably means I’m pathetic and don’t get touched very often.”
Titan huffed. “You’re far from pathetic, Math. If you really want a pity party, I can’t use either of my arms right now. But that’s not what I want to talk about. You can touch me whenever you want, too. Aside from you, I haven’t been intimate with anyone in a while.”
Mathlin’s eyebrows shot up. “Wow, you’re really serious about the ‘saving up for an omega’ thing. Crap, I said I would help you look for an omega, but I haven’t done anything about it.”
Titan watched him for a long moment, his gaze dark. “You can start by telling me this: How do you think an omega should be courted?”
Mathlin perked up. No one ever asked him about these things. “Okay! Now?”
The alpha huffed. “Not right now. We’ll do that later. Right now, I have something more...urgentto see to.” He glanced down, shifting his hips. In the puddle of moonlight, his bulge was a play of light and shadow, thick and completely hungry for touch.
