Maybe it was just the pregnancy hormones, but being with Titan made him feel good.
Titan’s hand, now slick with precum, slid easily along their shafts and began to pump in earnest. As the pace picked up, Titan made a small sound of pleasure in the back of his throat, which had no right sounding as hot as it did.
“You are beautiful at all times,” Titan went on to say, voice labored from his excitement, “but there is something special having you like this, fresh from unconsciousness and thick with desire for me. You crave me, do you not? The being who bred you. You took my seed so perfectly, and now you can no longer resist me. Your body knows who claimed you, and it wants more.”
“Fuck,” Ezra breathed, one hand gripping the sheets and the other clinging to Titan’s hip for dear life. Titan’s arrogance might be annoying in day-to-day conversation, but damn if Ezra wasn’t weak for it in bed.
“It is okay that you crave me, my beautiful Ezra. I crave you in return. At all times I am thinking of your human body and of your wit and of how wise you are. I am a great being, Ezra, so it is only fitting that I have an equally great being as my mate.”
“Christ alive, your hand, man. You’re so good at this. I’m so close. I’m so close, I’m gonna?—”
The bedroom door crashed open, and a chorus of small voices followed.
“Uncle Ezra! Uncle Ezra!”
Ezra let out a strangled cry and jerked away from Titan with such force, he nearly toppled out of bed. Yanking the comforter all the way up to his shoulders and angling his hips so his quickly fading erection was out of sight, he looked in the direction of the door and saw Harrison, McCartney, and Eleanor beaming at himfrom just beyond the doorframe.
“Hey, guys,” Ezra said tightly, trying his best to sound exuberant and missing the mark entirely. “Remember what your dads taught you about knocking?”
“You promised that you would have breakfast with us today before you went to work, Uncle Ezra, ’member? You said so yesterday. You promised!” McCartney said.
“Why is Uncle Titan in your bed, Uncle Ezra?” Harrison asked.
“They must be having a sleepover,” Eleanor said wisely.
“I wanna have a sleepover.” Harrison pouted.
“Are you gonna have breakfast with us, Uncle Ezra?” Eleanor rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet, hands clutched behind her back in a perfect vision of sweet innocence. “Papa is making pancakes. Daddy said he wanted to make them but Papa said that he’s not allowed to use the stove anymore ’cause of the fire last time.”
“Kill me,” Ezra muttered under his breath. Titan cast him a sympathetic look.
“Offspring!” Al’s voice rang out from the hallway, and Ezra’s blood went ice cold.
“Oh no,” he whispered. “Oh no, oh fuck.”
“Hm, this may present a complication,” Titan whispered back.
“You think?”
“Offspring, why are you in Uncle Ezra’s unconsciousness quarters?” Al’s voice was closer now, and as it drew closer still, Ezra did everything in his power to yeet himself out of the room via astral projection. He had no idea how to, but if the space gods had mercy, he would learn in the next five seconds.
“He promised he would have breakfast with us today!”
“Yes, but you are aware that it is rude to enter someone’s unconsciousness quarters without permission. You should give Uncle Ezra your sorries?—”
Al appeared at the bedroom door and stopped in his tracks. His eyes grew wide as he stared at Ezra and Titan under thecomforter together, side-by-side. Ezra became sickeningly cognizant of their clothes still strewn about the floor.
“Uncle Ezra and Uncle Titan are having a sleepover,” Eleanor told him helpfully.
“I am… observing this,” Al said, not taking his eyes off the two of them.
As he did, Ezra cycled through every possible excuse he could think of that would keep the “Surprise! I’m fucking your asshole of a brother!” situation from going nuclear, but came up woefully blank.
“Al—” he started, but Al abruptly spun around on his heel.
“Come, offspring!” he said hurriedly. “Allow Uncle Ezra and Uncle Titan to have privacies.”
“Al,” Ezra tried again, but Al didn’t acknowledge him.
