“Fuck, man,” he panted. “You’re gonna make me blow my load if you don’t cool it with the tongue.”
There were many parts of that sentence Titan did not understand, but he inferred from Ezra’s tone that his performance was exemplary.
The praise was addictive.
Everyone else expected perfection from him by virtue of his nature, but hearing such things from Ezra, who had never spared his feelings, made him feel as though he’d done something truly great indeed.
“Oh, fuck, you’re not gonna stop, are you?” Ezra asked through a jagged moan. “Oh my god. Oh, holy fuck, Titan. Titan, I’m gonna?—”
Titan did not need to be told what would happen next—he was so closely engaged with Ezra’s body that he felt it as it happened.
The sudden tension.
The tightness.
The surge of heat as Ezra’s body prepared itself to ejaculate.
The twitching of his shaft and subtle churning of his balls.
He was not taken by surprise when Ezra filled his mouth with cum, but something else did shock him?—
—the way Ezra moaned his name as he did.
“Titan.” It sounded like a plea, a curse, and a prayer. “Oh fuck, Titan.”
It was not the sound of a man who wanted nothing to do with the partner he had brought to bed; it was the sound of a man who was engaged with his lover. Who wanted—needed—this intimacy, and welcomed it with open arms.
Titan had not heard Ezra sound like this before, and it emboldened him.
He swallowed what Ezra had given him and sucked him clean, then rose up Ezra’s body and kissed him in the hopes he could keep the passion going and would not be expelled from the bed as he had been so many times before.
If expulsion was on Ezra’s mind, he did a fantastic job at hiding it. Rather than push Titan away, he returned his kiss with enthusiasm and spread his legs, inviting Titan not just to stay, but to unite their bodies.
Titan had achieved many great and important things in his life, but none of them had brought him joy similar to this.
“Are you certain?” he asked when they next parted to catch their breaths. “I am of the understanding that human beings require time to become aroused again following orgasm. If you would prefer to wait?—”
“Dude,” saidEzra in his flattest tone of voice, “if you don’t fuck me now, I’ll have no choice but to take matters into my own hands and fuck myself.”
It was just like the ambassador to be so polite.
Grinning, Titan kissed him and guided his cock where it was needed.
A simple thrust of his hips, and he was inside.
“Oh, fuck,” Ezra moaned, throwing his head back. He was squeezed so tightly around Titan’s cock that had he not been slick, Titan never would have gained entry. “I’m gonna need you to keep going and then never stop, because you feel so damn good I’m pretty sure if you pulled out, I’d die.”
Titan froze to the point where he didn’t even dare to breathe and did not move again until Ezra picked his head up and gave him a curious look.
“This is one of your bad and nonsensical uses of language, correct?” he asked carefully. “I need assurance you will not cease to be alive should I misjudge my movement and slip out of you.”
Ezra snorted. “Dork,” he said, swatting playfully at Titan’s shoulder. “No, I am not literally going to die if I lose contact with your dick.”
“So I may proceed onto the fucking without worry?”
“Christ.” Ezra covered his eyes with his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yes, you may ‘proceed onto the fucking,’ but you’d better do it now before I change my mind about all this.”
Titan did not need a second warning.
