With a flourish, Titan sank down on one knee.
Mathlin flailed, flinging his cupcakes aside. Maybe they hit someone. Titan spat out his flowers.
“Where’s the ring?” said someone in the crowd.
“Alas, my arms have been slain,” Titan announced. “I can’t hold up a ring for you, my fair omega. But something else of mine is presenting the ring proudly.”
Mathlin looked at the box resting against Titan’s bulge. “Oh! A cock ring!”
Titan shook his head with great sadness. “Unfortunately, the ring is smaller than that.”
Mathlin heaved a sob. “No!”
Ever so slightly, Titan’s lips twitched up at the corner.
Then he inhaled deeply. “My omega, fairest in the land. Will you not accept my hand in marriage?”
Mathlin fell to his knees in the grass. Several guests watched as he reached for Titan’s crotch... and carefully took the velvet box in his hands. “Let me see your ring first,” Mathlin announced. “Sometimes rings are too tight and they don’t fit.”
“This will fit,” Titan rumbled—with that alpha voice again, the one that kindled heat in Mathlin’s body. “I made it big enough.”
That was a lie: Mathlin was the one who had made the ring, but no one needed to know that.
He opened the velvet box and gasped, pulling out the ring: a scrunched-up piece of aluminum foil twisted into a circle.
Mathlin slid it onto his ring finger and swooned. “My finger went in!”
“You can pull it out and put it back in again,” Titan said solemnly. “As many times as you want. It will always fit.”
Mathlin snorted. So did Vigil, who was still standing nearby.
Loudly, Titan asked, “Does this mean you will marry me, fair omega?”
“Yes!” Mathlin cried. “I will eat you out of house and home!”
“And I will eat you out,” Titan said.
“Gods, this is so bad,” Vigil muttered. “Please end my suffering.”
Titan and Mathlin exchanged a look. Mathlin had a bright idea, suddenly. He leaned in, sticking out his tongue and flapping it wildly.
To his credit, Titan mirrored him without batting an eyelid. When they were close enough, Titan’s tongue flapped against Mathlin’s. Then their lips sealed together, and Titan’s tongue slowed to a sensual slide, thrusting into Mathlin’s mouth like an alpha claiming his territory. Mathlin gasped, his body waking up again.
This wasn’t how he had envisioned their second kiss. But Titan fitted their mouths so sweetly together that all of Mathlin’s thoughts fled his mind. His insides burned.
“Yeah, okay, that’s enough,” Vigil said. “I’m leaving.”
Mathlin knew the kiss had to end; this was just an act. But proposal kisses were special, right? Yeah. This could—should—go on for longer. Their tongues tangled. Titan’s breath puffed against his cheek, and low rumbling sounds escaped his chest.
Mathlin wanted to stay there forever, sinking into Titan’s sheer presence.
“Congrats,” Titan said into his mouth, sliding his tongue in like he was pushing his cock into Mathlin. “You’ve won the award for the most cringey proposal in the world.”
Mathlin giggled. “Youwon it too. I bet it’s worse than anything that pickup line author could’ve written.”
“The Butler Brothers might fight you on that. Or they might start worshipping you like a god.”
“Oh no,” Mathlin groaned.
