“Don’t worry about it.”
“And the rectangular table with the bright colors and glass top?”
“Oh, that’s my pinball machine. I always wanted one. I used to beat every high score on the board when I would go to the arcade as a kid.”
“This also means nothing to me.”
“Then stop asking questions. That’s not why we’re up here, anyway.”
Ezra made to put his hands on Titan, but Titan was still distracted by Ezra’s bizarre collection of knickknacks. He gazed in wonder at something in the general vicinity of Ezra’s bed. “Your lighting device… is it controlled by the smacking of your hands?”
“It changes color, too,” Ezra said proudly, derailing his own sexy thoughts in favor of showing off his funky lamp. He clapped in a different rhythm and the room was suddenly bathed in blue. He did it again and it was red. Again—purple. Again—green.
His hands were still in position, ready to clap the lamp into orange, when Titan seemed to remember why they’d come there in the first place and slid his hand from Ezra’s lower back all the way to his far hip.
“That is a fine trick,” he murmured, teasing the skin just beneath the top of Ezra’s belt. “Consider me thoroughly impressed by your inferior human technology. But there is something else I would like to see.” His lips found the edge of Ezra’s ear, and in a hot little whisper, he asked, “Would you show me your human body, Ambassador? I am more intrigued by your biology than I am by your lighting device.”
Oh, that asshole. Irritation hit Ezra upside the face like a fryingpan, and he took a step away to face Titan head-on. “Inferior human technology? You’re so full of yourself, dude.”
Titan’s cool and confident demeanor slipped fractionally. “What else would I be filled with?”
“It’s a turn of phrase.”
“Of course it is a turn of phrase. I know this. I was making a humorous statement.”
“You mean a joke?”
“I believe this is what I just said.” Titan made a dismissive gesture, as though casting the conversation to the side. “Irrelevant,” he declared. “You need not worry. I am very intelligent and know many things. More things than most beings.”
God, he was a dick… and god, Ezra needed his dick inside of him right now.
Unable to help himself any longer, he grabbed Titan by the back of his neck and dragged him down into a crushing, silencing kiss. There was no finesse in what he did—he’d done it to make a point—and after that point was made, Ezra pulled away and whispered hotly against Titan’s lips, “Please, for the love of god, stop talking.”
Titan, predictably, opened his mouth to keep talking, so Ezra grabbed him by the lapels and took matters into his own hands. With a tug, he brought Titan’s lips back to his, and this time he kissed him with purpose. He was a good kisser, not that he’d ever brag about it—unlike Titan, he wasn’t in the habit of flaunting his skills—but enough lovers had commented positively on his technique for him to believe that he knew what he was doing. Trusting in those skills, he parted his lips and licked into Titan’s mouth, sliding their tongues together… and damn, if it wasn’t an ego boost to hear the pitiful way it made that pompous jerk whimper.
“Stop talking,” Ezra said again when their lips next parted, closing in so his body was right up against Titan’s, “and fuck me.”
Titan finally seemed to get the message. He reached up and threaded his fingers through Ezra’s thick brown hair, then used his grip to angle Ezra’s head up and brought their lips back together. His tongue found Ezra’s, tracing along it as if in apology, while below he adjusted his footing and used his thigh to part Ezra’s legs.
Their groins brushed.
Titan was already so hard, Ezra felt it through their clothing.
Ezra wasn’t far behind.
Breathless with the realization that Titan was hot for him, Ezra reached between their bodies and fumbled to undo the buttons of Titan’s jacket. He wasn’t used to being the object of someone’s desire, let alone someone who looked like Titan Leon, and it was a total headrush.
Was this what it was like to be confident?
Wanted?
Desired.
Because while, yeah, what he had with Titan was purely a physical thing, knowing someone so hot was hot for him was one hell of an ego boost.
After an agonizing amount of effort, the last button of Titan’s jacket finally came undone. Ezra, dizzy from the complex knot of lust and feel-good emotion tangled up inside of him, pushed the garment off Titan’s shoulders, prompting Titan to let go of his hair just long enough that it dropped to the floor.
“I love this,” Titan whispered as he took hold of Ezra’s hair once more.
