Assured that his sweet Ezra would not perish from a coital misstep, he plunged into his tight, wet heat and did away with his inhibitions. It was not time for worry—it was time to show Ezra that he had made a prudent choice in allowing Titan to be the father of his eggs.
He began slowly, paying attention to the movements that made Ezra moan and shying away from those that made him fall silent. It was not entirely easy—Ezra was so tight that Titan had little room to work with—but as he gained confidence withEzra’s body, he transitioned from relying on each thrust alone to utilizing Ezra’s body for their mutual benefit, folding Ezra’s legs back and lifting him up at the hips to change the angle of penetration. Like this, each movement brought Ezra such pleasure, he was left screaming into his pillow.
But he was not the only one overcome.
Pleasure had set Titan’s heart racing, the pounding of his pulse in his ears driving him to move faster and push deeper. The way Ezra gripped him so wantonly from the inside and the hot, silken feel of his body made it difficult to keep his composure. All he wanted was to be lost in him, to be so utterly consumed by their union that all other things ceased to exist.
Only Ezra.
Him, and Ezra.
Bodies united. Sharing their pleasure. Panting into each other’s mouths as they inched closer to completion. Knowing that they had done this before, and that against the laws of nature, it had pleased the universe to such a vast extent that it had allowed them to create life.
Eggs.
A clutch.
A family.
They had only just conceived, but Titan already imagined a world in which Ezra, fertile again after having laid their offspring, begged Titan to breed him again.
The air left Titan’s lungs in a rush, and he thrust in all the way to the hilt.
It was an unfounded fantasy, but the feeling of being wanted in such a way crashed through him as powerfully as a meteor strike.
He would give Ezra everything he wanted, and he would do so unfailingly, no matter if it was in or out of bed.
“I’m coming,” Ezra said with urgency, and Titan knew it to be true, for he felt Ezra pulsing around his cock as though attempting to draw Titan even more deeply inside.
It was too much to resist.
Groaning, Titan dropped his head onto Ezra’s shoulder and thrust into him with purpose, practically folding the ambassador in half from his efforts. Orgasm seized him, and he let it take control, filling Ezra with pulse after pulse of the same cum that had taken root inside him and caused him to become pregnant.
“Fuuuuck,” Ezra cried, muffled, into his pillow, almost as if he had heard Titan’s debauched thoughts himself. “Oh, fuck. Fill me. Don’t you dare let a drop of it spill out.”
This had not been Titan’s intention, but he was pleased he and the ambassador were on the same page.
The increments that followed moved more slowly than the laws of space time allowed. Ezra, soft and sweet and pliant, made himself comfortable in the bedding, and gladly dropped his legs to snuggle under the covers when Titan pulled out of him and came to lie by his side.
“God, that was…” Ezra’s cheeks were the same lovely color of red that his cock had been not long ago. “That wasn’t half bad.”
“If not half, then what percentage of it was bad?” Titan asked apprehensively, although he was too exhausted to be truly alarmed. “Two fifths? One fourth? Less? Should you provide me with the correct numeric value, I will take it into account and endeavor to eliminate as much of what is wrong as I can.”
“I can’t with you,” Ezra said, smiling. “It’s one of those ‘grr, English is a bad language and you should feel bad about it’ things. You don’t have to change anything. Except for maybe the frequency you’re putting it in me. I heard pregnancy hormones can really fuck with your libido, so I might be needing that dick way more than I’ve been getting it.”
“This is only because you have been avoiding me,” Titan said, very matter-of-fact. “If you had not taken to hiding in your unconsciousness quarters, I would have gladly given you thisdick many times. Themosttimes. I would never keep it from you.”
Ezra raised one of his pleasingly bushy eyebrows. “Is that so?”
“It is so,” Titan assured him. “I do not speak lies, Ambassador.”
“Well, in that case…” Ezra’s teeth sank into his bottom lip, and his eyes took on a dark and wicked shine. “Maybe I can be talked into letting you sleep over tonight.”
Titan’s expression flattened. “Well, can you?”
Ezra snorted and grabbed either side of his face, pulling him into a lazy kiss that barely served to hold back his laughter. It was not the kind of kiss that led to sex, but Titan found he liked it even better. Ezra’s happiness felt right on his lips.
It made his own happiness, so long repressed, shine like it never had before.
