Was Ξ.A.kr’ξ??’p the driving force keeping Ezra from him?
Titan set his hand on Ezra’s thigh, and this time was not swatted away.
“My brother does not need to know what we do together,” he said, turning his head to bring their lips close. “There is no reason to confess your choice of mates to others, Ezra, especially as there is no risk that you will actually carry my eggs. This is personal, private knowledge we can easily keep to ourselves.”
“But we’re coworkers,” Ezra objected quietly, voice strained. “Aren’t there rules about fraternizing in the workplace?”
“This job is new on your planet. We can make any rules we want.”
“Any rules?”
Their lips brushed. Titan closed his eyes. He didn’t move away, but he didn’t initiate the kiss, either.
“Any rules,” he whispered back. “Speak them, and I will ensure every being in our orbit will obey.”
Ezra shivered, their lips more than just brushing now. It wasn’t a kiss—not really—but it was no innocent gesture. Still, Titan did not act. He would not until Ezra made it clear that this was what he wanted. He was assertive, but he was not without manners. He would wait for permission. The way Ezra trembled in want of him promised in time, it would.
One breath followed another.
Ezra’s lips remained on his, loose, parted,warm.
Ezra closed his eyes and slowly—very slowly—moved his head so his bottom lip brushed Titan’s.
When Titan didn’t move, he did it again.
It was a slow progression from that silken, gentle dragging of his lips to an actual kiss, and by the time it happened, Titan’s human heart was hammering with such force, it felt like it might break free of his chest. Could it be an adverse reaction to something? Was it possible for humans to secrete toxins from their pores? Because between his elevated heartbeat and the heat burning high in his cheeks, it felt as though he had been poisoned. One kiss had never been enough to cause such a reaction in him, but then again, Ezra was no casual mate.
Being with him wasn’t just about physical pleasure. Being with him made Titanfeelthings.
The kiss grew bolder by Ezra’s doing. He parted Titan’s lips and licked into his mouth, and while Titan usually liked to be the one in control, he let it happen. It was different than what he was used to, but he found it was what he needed, and he savored it. Enjoyed it. Let himself be swept up in the feeling of being wanted after having been lonely for so long.
Of being cherished and desired.
He hoped his display of gentleness would prove to Ezra that he was cherished and desired in turn.
While Titan remained meek, Ezra kissed him hungrily, locking his arms around Titan’s neck as though he never wanted him to pull away. The heat rising off his body was sweltering, and the hotter it got, the heavier the kiss became. It only ended when they were breathless, Titan panting as his sore jaw hung open, and Ezra not much better off.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Ezra muttered, but he did not move away. “Al is gonna kill me when he finds out. He let me move in when I had nowhere else to go and this is how I repay him? By screwing his brother?”
“We were only kissing,” Titan pointed out. “It is not as bad as you make it seem.”
“No, it’s worse.” Ezra let out a gust of breath and let his head fall once more against the door. “It’s worse because Iwantto fuck you. I want to pretend like you’re the one seducing me into making these bad choices, but you’re not. I want to climb you like a fucking tree.”
Titan’s heart fluttered. “I feel similar desire for you.”
“Then let me ride your cock. Let me feel it inside of me just one more time. Just one more time and that’s it. We won’t… we won’t do this anymore. I just need to work you out of my system, and then I’ll be fine.”
“Whatever you want, Ambassador.”
Ezra’s cheeks reddened. “Just… this is the last time, okay?”
It was becoming clear that Ezra would talk himself in circles if left to his own devices, so Titan took matters into his own hands, claiming Ezra’s lips as his once more. It was not the frantic, hungry kind of kiss they’d shared previously, but there was still heat to it—enough heat that soon enough, Ezra was panting into his mouth.
“Clothes off,” he demanded, and who was Titan to deny him?
He undid the buttons of his shirt, shrugging it off his shoulders before tugging his belt free of its buckle. When he pulled back to sit and tug off his pants, Ezra hurried out of his shirt and undid his fly, shimmying free of his pants before Titan was able to rid himself of his own. When they were both nude, their eyes met, and the light from Ezra’s strange lamp made it seem as though they burned orange with the heat of his desire.
“I want to ride you,” Ezra said, then corrected himself. “I amgoingto ride you.”
