Inside of Ezra.
Inside where, had things been different, Ezra would conceive.
Ezra kissed him back greedily, arms locking more tightly around Titan’s neck and thighs trembling. He made small sounds of pleasure that Titan swallowed and, even after Titan had finished coming, continued to make those noises. He loosened and tightened rhythmically around Titan’s cock until it softened and slipped out, but even then, he didn’t push Titan off or ask him to change positions. His hand snaked between their bodies, and he gripped Titan’s flaccid cock, attempting to push it back in.
“I cannot,” Titan murmured apologetically into the kiss. “I require rest before I may mate again, but should you continue to kiss me like this, surely it shall only be another few minutes until I am prepared.”
“Mm, I…” Ezra trailed off, seemingly more interested in kissing Titan than engaging in conversation. This suited Titan just fine. He was desperate for as much of Ezra as he was willing to give. Eventually, though, he began to squirm and shift, and Titan knew their time in this intimate position was over. He ended the kiss and dismounted, lying next to Ezra on the bed.
Ezra unfolded himself and flopped on top of him, forgetting—or simply not caring—that he was going to make even more of a mess of the bedding than they already had.
Titan pushed a lock of Ezra’s hair behind his ear and kissed the top of his head. Ezra hummed sleepily and nuzzled in against the crook of his neck, his slow breath hot on Titan’s skin.
“You’re not staying in here tonight,” he informed Titan groggily, but even as he said it, he made no attempt to move. Titan figured they could have that argument later.
Ezra fell quiet, breathing evenly, not asleep but clearly teetering on the edge, and Titan ran his fingers slowly up and down his spine, merely reveling in their closeness. In the silence, he was able to consider the fact that Ezra’s body had prepared itself for him, and he wondered why that would be.
His experiences with Ezra did not match the description of an encounter between True Mates, yet he could not think of another reason why Ezra’s anatomy would mold itself to accept Titan’s body so readily. It could also explain the intense pull Titan had toward him—why he could not get Ezra out of his mind, no matter how hard he tried.
For the first time that he could remember, Titan wished he had a closer relationship with his brother. Had that been the case, he could simply ask him how he knew that Jude was his True Mate. But Titan had seen the expression on Ξ.A.kr’ξ??’p’s face when he saw that Titan had returned to Earth. There was no way that he would speak of something so personal with him. It was simply not the nature of their relationship.
Titan briefly wondered if that was his own doing.
“Weneed to clean up,” Titan muttered, derailing his own thoughts before they could go any further.
Ezra grumbled and snuggled in closer. “Five more minutes,” he snuffled against Titan’s skin.
Titan felt himself smiling. “Five more minutes,” he allowed, resuming his gentle caressing of Ezra’s back and already mourning the future in which they would have to part.
Was this, he wondered, what it was like to fall in love?
12
Ezra
Ezra woke up alone the next morning and for a few blissful seconds, didn’t have a care in the world. Then, like a tidal wave, the events of the previous night came crashing over him and drowned him in every. Last. Detail. The largest takeaway being that he’d slept with Titan.
Again.
He turned his head and groaned into his pillow, internally chastising himself for his weakness. How could he have let this happen? He’d had that conversation with Al and everything, yet he’d still welcomed Titan into his bed. Demanded him into it, in fact.
He rolled from his side onto his back and felt a twinge where Titan had been inside him hours prior. Traitorously, his dick—already half-hard with morning wood—twitched with interest at the memory.
No.
Nope.
Nuh-uh.
Ezrawasnotgoing to jerk it while thinking about that jerk, and he certainly wasn’t mourning the fact that Titan wasn’t there beside him to go for another round. He had been the one who’d insisted Titan leave, and he wasn’t about to lose his last shred of integrity by going back on the only good choice he’d made.
The sounds Titan had made, though…
The way he’d held him so hard he’d bruised his skin.
The hot, wet heat of his cum spilling into him…
“Goddamn it,” Ezra grumbled, and wrapped a hand around himself. Dignity thrown to the wayside, he gave in to the memories flooding his mind and let himself be swept away.
