19
Ezra
The next morning, Ezra awoke to the feeling of a warm body curled up around him—something that he hadn’t experienced in… Christ, had it really been years since the last time he’d shared a bed with someone? It had to have been. The last person he’d let stay in his bed overnight had been his ex-boyfriend, Zane, and even then they hadn’t shared it often, Zane all too adept at coming up with excuses as to why he couldn’t stay the night. Ezra was very accustomed to waking up alone, which was why it was so jarring to suddenly find himself wrapped in someone’s arms.
Jarring, but not unpleasant.
Quite the contrary.
As he snuggled closer to Titan and burrowed his head into the pillows, he thought he could get used to this.
Some time passed in silence. Ezra, cozy and just on the right side of being overheated, kept his eyes shut and his mind as blank as possible, but in the absence of distraction, the whirlwind that was yesterday came flooding back to him: the extreme anxiety at trying to process the news of his pregnancy and the subsequent soothing that Titan had given him as he claimed him throughthe night.
The anxiety wasn’t gone. As much as Ezra wished that the alien had fucked it out of him, some worries were too big to simply do away with. But he no longer felt alone in it. He was used to being the calm one in times of chaos, but he had never truly realized how vital that role was until he was the one feeling in need of reassurance, and Titan…
Titan had done a fantastic job helping him get through it.
He blinked his eyes open, bleary and blurry, and found Titan already awake, watching him with a soft expression. A smile tugged at the corner of Ezra’s lips at the sight of him, and Titan returned it, reaching out to push Ezra’s hair behind his ear.
“I had wished,” Titan said, voice croaky, “during our previous encounters that you would have allowed me to share your bed so that I would be able to see you rouse from unconsciousness the following morning. I thought that it would be a lovely sight. I am pleased to know that I was correct in this assumption.”
Ezra blushed, his grin growing until it turned into a yawn.
A moment later, Titan yawned, too, and a look of bewilderment overtook him.“What is the purpose of this action? And why did I feel compelled to copy it?”
“It’s called yawning,” Ezra explained with a chuckle. “They’re contagious.”
“Why?”
“Because humans are silly, silly creatures. I figured you would already know that. You know everything, don’t you?”
“Of course I do, I am…” He trailed off, twisting his mouth. “Perhaps I do not know everything there is to know all of the time. But this is permissible. I now have you to assist me when I require knowledge, and you are very wise.”
Ezra’s heart sang. In the scheme of things, it was a small gesture, but to him it was monumental. Titan was doing the one thing no partner had ever done for him before—trying.
Unable to help himself, he placed a small kiss to the corner of Titan’s mouth. He moved to pull away, but Titan took hold of his chin and held him still, kissing him properly. He ran his tongue along the seam of Ezra’s lips, and would have gone further had Ezra not planted a hand on his chest and pushed him back.
“I’ve got morning breath,” he warned. Zane had never let him kiss him in the mornings, saying that it was disgusting. Titan, however, appeared confused, a crease forming between his brows.
“This is of no consequence,” he said sincerely. “I desire you no matter what state you are in.”
As if to prove it, he leaned back in and recaptured Ezra’s mouth. Ezra hummed, pleasantly content, and allowed him to deepen the kiss, their tongues sliding together.To his surprise, Titan had no hint of morning breath, and his own fear that he was orally repugnant melted away the more Titan kept kissing him.
It was so good that his hips bucked forward of their own accord, morning wood growing harder. Titan smirked, and it didn’t take long to figure out why—Ezra hadn’t bothered putting on clothing after they’d finished up last night, and was as naked as the day he’d been born, meaning Titan had felt it all.
“It seems I am not the only one with desire,” he murmured, angling himself just so and rolling his hips.
Ezra sucked in a breath.
In this position, lying as they were, Titan’s cock brushed right up against his own.
Titan’s smirk persisted as he moved his arm beneath the comforter and took both their cocks in hand, beginning to stroke in tandem. A jolt shot through Ezra at the contact, causing his hips to jerk forward again and push him that much deeper into Titan’s clenched fist.
“Very good, my sweet Ezra,” Titan praised, pressing their foreheads together.
Ezra, panting for breath, closed his eyes, all too aware of how close Titan’s lips were to his. To his surprise, despite his halitosis hang-ups and who Titan was as a person, he found himself wanting to kiss him again. Badly. And not just because Titan was stroking his cock.
It was more than that.
