To be ruined by Titan.
To lose control so completely, he would never want anything more from life than to be there to service Titan, ass always perked and ready for him when he came to bed. It was so wrong, but it felt good, and the thought of it made his cock twitch and his balls tighten.
He wanted to be used.
To be bred by that thick cock.
To be turned into a plaything made for pleasure, and who lived a life spoiled by pleasure in return.
The wash of emotion must have made it through to Titan, because at that moment, his expression darkened and the last tinges of pink disappeared from his eyes. He did not bother with asking and did not seek permission—he hauled Ezra up as though he weighed nothing and tossed him down onto the middle of the bed.
Titan was on him before he could make sense of his new position. Their lips crashed together savagely, and Ezra whimpered, whining into Titan’s mouth as Titan’s tongue pushed its way inside and claimed Ezra possessively. Titan’s fingers curled in his hair, and then their bodies were together, Titan’s dick dragging along Ezra’s stomach, thrusting, hips pumping powerfully, showing Ezra how impossibly deep his shaft would go.
When the kiss broke and Titan pulled away, his eyes were flared with gold as though they’d been set on fire. Ezra stared in awe up into them, panting, brainless, thighs spread and cock dripping, then reached up to tangle his own fingers in Titan’s hair and pulled him down for another savage kiss.
Grasping wildly at each other, they let their bodies take control. Ezra’s hips arched, meeting each of Titan’s thrusts, and Titan took advantage, cock surging up Ezra’s body. Finally, he let go of Ezra’s hair and grasped his thighs, pulling them apart and using them to angle Ezra’s ass into position. On the next thrust, Titan’s cock slid between Ezra’s cheeks.
A little more and it would slip inside.
“Humans need lube,” Ezra gasped. It was all he managed to get out before Titan’s mouth was on him again. Before he lost himself to the kiss, he pried the cap of the lube open with his thumb and tapped it against Titan’s hip in a bid to get his attention.
It worked.
Titan reared back, looking down on Ezra with intense, eclipse-rimmed eyes. His chest heaved. His kiss-swollen lips parted. In the dim light, Ezra thought he saw the shadows of tiny scales tumble down his shoulders and chest. He was still a man, still clinging to his human disguise, but gradually, little details were starting to slip.
He was losing control.
Ezra did not find Darvrokians sexy—the time he’d walked in on Al and Jude going at it while Al was in his true form had been more like a horror movie than something pulled out of a porno—but knowing Titan was so hot for him that he couldn’t keep it together made Ezra want to fuck him until there was nothing human left.
“Lube,” he said again, and presented the bottle to Titan.
Titan inspected the bottle with narrowed eyes, like a wild animal might an item they perceived could be a threat. It took a second, but finally a flicker of pink flared alongside the fiery gold in his eyes—a sign he had regained himself, even if only partially. With that newfound control, he took the bottle from Ezra and put it to use.
Cock now wet and glistening, Titan descended once more upon Ezra, folding him back into place. Ezra helped as best he could by hooking his thighs around Titan’s waist and settled into his new position just in time for Titan to cant his hips, sending the tip of his cock to bump against the hole between Ezra’s legs.
Another thrust nudged the tip inside.
Ezra gasped. It was just the tip, but it felt big, and he clenched around it desperately, wanting so much more.
Titan thrust again without result, then again another time, fighting the tightness of Ezra’s body as they both panted and groaned and ground on each other, wanting it to fit. It was like losing his virginity a second time, Ezra realized. With a cock that big, Titan really was going to ruin him for other men. Normal dick would never hit quite the same again.
“Fuck me,” Ezra pleaded. He wrapped his arms around Titan’s neck and dug his heels into his hip bones, urging him on. And to his credit, Titan tried. He flexed his hips and increased the pressure between them, but the size difference was too much—when he pushed harder, he only ended up slipping out.
It wasn’t until he took the base of his cock in hand and guided it inward that true progress was finally able to begin.
With a push, he spread Ezra open.
With another push, he sank inside.
He’d felt big when it had been just the tip teasing Ezra’s entrance, but now that the teasing was over and that tip was deep in Ezra’s guts, “big” didn’t cut it anymore. He was massive. So huge, it should have hurt…
But he must have lubed up well, because even as Ezra worried he might start choking on dick from the inside, hentai style, there was no painful friction. Just pressure. Their bodies matched each other, like a hand perfectly stretching out a rubber glove.
“Yes,” Ezra moaned. He grabbed a handful of Titan’s hair and ground onto the dick inside of him, squeezing rhythmically around it, inviting it to move. Titan growled—actually, inhumanly growled—and drove into Ezra as deep as he could go.
They fucked recklessly.
Bodies slamming, teeth nipping, gasping, panting, snarling. It had been a long time since Ezra had had sex, but he knew it wasn’t usually like this. Never as selfish. Never as good. And maybe it was because it was so wholly selfish. Neither of them asked what the other wanted. They took, and fought, and conceded. They chased pleasure. They goaded each other without speaking into being the first to come—into being the loser—and for as incredible as they made each other feel, they withstood.
