Titan had not been prepared for Ezra’s display of dominance, and was easily pushed off his feet and onto the bed. Usually such a gesture would not have been tolerated—Titan was far too important a being to be conquered by a lover—but nothing was usual about his feelings for the ambassador, nor were their current circumstances in any way ordinary. Another force was at play, a force that had seized Titan entirely and refused to let him go, and under its influence, he found himself willing to do anything for Ezra.
Commit to anything.
Submit to anything.
Even had Ezra not become gravid with his eggs, it would still be so.
Titan barely had time to adopt a comfortable position when Ezra climbed onto the bed after him, reclaiming Titan’s lips with the same passion and ferocity he’d used when both of them were upright. Titan welcomed his kiss gladly, matching Ezra’s intensity and allowing the ambassador to suck and nip his bottom lip,then lick his way into his mouth.
The thrill of it was overwhelming.
Ezra wanted him—truly wanted him—and showed it with every new assertion. He was not just using Titan for sex; he was claiming him. Taking control of their passion and shaping it to his will. Proving to Titan that he was ready for what was to come.
And the more he did, the more Titan yearned to fill him with his cock and show him how good and true of a lover he could be.
In a display of impressive agility, Ezra stripped off his shirt while they kissed, then began unbuttoning Titan’s. When he reached the buttons hidden beneath Titan’s belt, he wrenched it open and undid Titan’s fly with such zealousness, Titan was left breathless.
He had never seen Ezra in such a state.
And now that he had seen him like this, he never wished to see him another way again.
“You’re such an asshole,” Ezra uttered against his lips before kissing him fiercely. “How am I supposed to believe you’ll be there for me? How do I know you won’t run?”
“Because you are wonderful,” Titan replied automatically when Ezra next gave him the chance. “Powerful, intelligent, beautiful, fertile…”
Ezra shivered and attacked Titan’s lips with his own. Several minutes of desperate kissing later, he broke from Titan again, allowing Titan to conclude his sentence.
“But even were you not those things, I would not desert you, as I am a great and mighty being, and I intend to be the best mate to you. Come what may, I will care for you and our offspring and use my considerable talents to provide a wonderful life for us. I would never run. While it is a vestigial instinct preserved within the genetic makeup of my species from many hundreds of thousands of rotations ago when we were hunted as prey, it is now considered a mark of failure to abscond from that which frightens you, and I will not allow myself to be branded by such a designation. Not when beset upon by Sand Dwellers, and not in any aspect of my personal life. No matter how frightened I become of the unknown we face, I will stand by you.”
Ezra’s eyes turned so sad so suddenly, they almost seemed blue. “Why can’t I just hate you?”
Titan chuckled and cupped Ezra’s chin, running his thumb along Ezra’s cheek. “You may hate me if you want, Ambassador, but it won’t change the way I feel about you.”
The suggestion of blue in Ezra’s eyes disappeared, and he regarded Titan with a startled, somewhat flustered look before seizing him by the hair and bringing their lips back together again.
Off came Titan’s pants, then Ezra’s.
Off came their socks, then Titan’s underwear.
Nude and aching in anticipation of what was soon to come, Titan grasped Ezra by the shoulders before he could strip the final layer of his clothing away and rolled them over so Ezra was beneath him, cushioned by the bed’s many soft blankets, while Titan took his place on top. He was glad to relinquish some of his power to the ambassador, but there were certain pleasures he did not want to be deprived of, and this was one of them.
Slowly, steadily, he kissed his way down Ezra’s body. From his lips, to his jaw, to his neck, to his delightfully hairy chest, he celebrated each part of Ezra until he arrived at what had yet to be uncovered.
The area beneath Ezra’s tented boxers.
Titan spared one last kiss to Ezra’s soft, round stomach, then lifted the nearby elastic waistband from where it had sat so snugly and lowered it.
Removed it.
Leaving Ezra bare, all parts of his body now free.
Ezra was erect, of course, as Titan had known due to the tent in his underwear, and his human penis proudly sprang upright as soon as it was freed from its cotton prison. Titan loved thelook of it. It was perfectly thick and long with prominent veins that supplied it with the blood it needed to stay hard in the event it would be used for penetration. It was one of the more sensible parts of human design. Some beings had bones to ensure rigidity, but as Titan had heard said on a recent Earth entertainment program, there could be “too much of a good thing.” For everything wrong with the human body, this part had undeniably been done right.
But functionality aside, the most pleasing part of Ezra’s penis was the color of it when he was well and truly excited. The pinkish-red flush of its tip and the very top of its shaft reminded Titan of his own favorite color, and while perhaps this was a feature common amongst penis-having humans, he liked to think Ezra’s was like this because down to the cellular level, his body knew that it was destined to be loved so thoroughly by Titan.
Unable to resist, he set his lips upon it and laved his tongue across its drooling slit. Ezra’s taste was mild and his skin so silky smooth that Titan could not bear to part from it. Swirling his tongue, he took Ezra in deeper.
Beneath him, Ezra groaned and latched his fingers in Titan’s hair.
