“What, my hair?”
“Yes. This is not a feature that my people have. We find it a very interesting trait, and you have much of it.”
“Are you calling me hairy? Because that’s not as sexy as you think it is.”
“I am calling you fascinating, Ambassador.” He gave Ezra another long kiss. “I am calling you beautiful.”
Oh.
Ezra’s heart fluttered. Every part of him felt light and airy, and for the first time since he’d had the displeasure of meeting Al’s ginormous prick of a brother, he thought maybe, just maybe, there might be a softer side to Titan few people were allowed to see.
“You, of course, would find my true form fascinating and beautiful as well, were you to see it,” Titan then went on to say. “It is impressive not only for its physical composition, but for its markings, which are extremely dignified. Many have found me irresistible, and for good reason. But you will be quite satisfied with my human disguise, I am sure. It is also beautiful, but surely you know this already, as you have brought me to your private quarters expressly so you can mate with it.”
“And there it is,” Ezra said with a sigh. “Listen…” He reached up and fiddled with the buttons of Titan’s shirt, suddenly feeling exposed even as he stood there fully dressed. “I’m serious when I say this is a one-time thing, all right? I don’t do hookups very often, I do relationships never, and I need you to know that I don’t actually like you. I think you’re a dick. Are you hearing me? It’s very important to me that you comprehend how much I only like you for your body, not your personality. Your personality sucks shit. Say okay if you understand.”
“Okay,” Titan replied dismissively.
Ezra got the distinct impression that he hadn’t listened to a word he’d said. “Why do I feel like you weren’t actually—hnng.” He cut himself short as Titan leaned in and kissed his neck, sucking lightly on his skin. “Fuck.” His hands clenched around Titan’s shirt, wrinkling the pricey fabric. “Careful, don’t leave a mark.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m going to be the best man in a wedding tomorrow. It’s not exactly appropriate to show up with a giant hickey on my neck.” That, and he didn’t exactly want other people knowing about his tryst with Al’s brother. Was that a violation of some kind of bro code? Ezra had never been dicked down by a friend’s brother before, so he wasn’t entirely sure.
But Titan didn’t take his lips away. He kissed Ezra’s neck slowly, softly, tenderly, then nipped just hard enough to threaten pain.
Ezra’s eyes fluttered shut, and his mouth fell open in a silent gasp. He tightened his grip on Titan’s shirt, holding him in place, keeping him there… then all at once remembered he definitely should not be letting Titan suck a bruise onto a highly visible part of his body, and whacked him on the shoulder. “Hickey!”
“Hickey.” Titan snorted. He removed his hands from Ezra’s hair and began to trace his fingers along Ezra’s spine. “I do not know this word, but as I stated, I possess above average intelligence and can use context. A hickey is the English word for a physical sign of being claimed by a mate.” He nuzzled Ezra’s pulse point and whispered, “You do want to be claimed by your mate, do you not, Ambassador?”
That went to Ezra’s cock at the speed of light, and also succeeded in knocking all the sense out of his head. When he didn’t answer, Titan chuckled—such a smug little noise—and put his lips on Ezra again.
Then his teeth.
Ezra jolted, but he didn’t push Titan away. Instead, he bit his lip and gave in to pleasure, tilting his head up to give Titan more access as he sucked a bruise onto the spot Ezra had denied him only moments before.
“I want you,” Ezra heard himself say, unbidden.
“I know,” Titan said simply, and for once, his overconfidence didn’t come across as annoying. “But you need not worry, as I will give myself to you.”
Titan made no move to undress himself.
He focused on Ezra, undoing the buttons of his shirt with unhurried purpose before sliding it, and the suit jacket over it, off Ezra’s shoulders and onto the floor. Next, his fingers found the buckleof Ezra’s belt, which they undid masterfully before dipping inward to open his fly. He touched Ezra gently—so gently, Ezra might not have noticed what he was doing had he not been so enraptured with what was going on—but even the lightest contact between them shot off inside him like fireworks. Sparkling, sizzling, bright. So close to his cock, Ezra couldn’t help but imagine what Titan’s palm would feel like when it wrapped around him. So close, he felt the warmth of Titan’s hand through his fly.
Titan pulled down his zipper and slid his hand inside, and suddenly, that heat was on him. Surrounding him. Those fingers questing, teasing open the front of his boxer shorts, deftly slipping inside.
Skin found skin.
Titan’s fingers traced over his shaft, enveloping it.
Stroking. Squeezing.
Ezra let out the stale air from his lungs and grabbed onto Titan’s shirt once more, mouth open, head coming to rest on Titan’s shoulder. His hips jerked the smallest bit, driving himself deeper into Titan’s grip.
Titan chuckled.
He kissed the top of Ezra’s head and tenderly nuzzled his hair.
“That is it, Ambassador,” he whispered. “Your body knows that you are mine. Allow yourself to feel this pleasure. It is but a taste of what I will give to you tonight.”
