“?.Λ.yz’Ο.”
“Ehamyzaahoh,” Ezra mumbled nonsensically.
“?.Λ.yz’Ο,” Titan repeated more clearly.
“Euayehzoh.”
“We will practice your Darvrokian at a later time,” Titan said, suppressing a laugh. To keep his amusement hidden, he kissed Ezra again, this time for longer. The kiss quickly grew heated, and Ezra gripped the front of Titan’s shirt as his tongue licked behind Ezra’s teeth.
“I’m healed,” he informed Titan breathlessly. “My body feels completely back to normal.”
“This is not surprising. Darvrokians heal quite quickly.”
“That’s cool, but I hope you realize that was my not-so-subtle way of letting you know I am like, totally down to fuck right now if you want.”
“Oh,” Titan breathed. “Yes. I am also down for fucking, my sweet Ezra. With you, that is never a question.”
Ezra pulled back and beamed at him, looking so at ease that Titan was struck by what he saw. Beings often described Ezra as “chill,” but this was not entirely correct. He was levelheaded and detached out of necessity, the inferiority he carried at all times carefully masked to avoid further emotional pain.
But the Ezra he saw now was not masked.
All his carefully constructed barriers had been dropped now that he had certainty he was worthy enough of being somebody’s first—and only—choice, and he was beautiful for it.
“Will you put the eggs in the bassinet?” he asked Titan as he began working his own shirt off over his head. Titan stood from the bed and went about the precious task of moving each egg back into their inefficient human nest with the utmost care. When the eggs were settled, soft blankets wrapped around them to keep them warm, Titan turned back to Ezra and felt his breath hitch in his throat.
Ezra was fully disrobed, cock hard and jutting out between his legs in anticipation.
Titan had seen him nude plenty of times now, but he had not yet tired of seeing Ezra want him unabashedly. It had not been all that long ago when he had been the ambassador’s dirty little secret—a guilty pleasure he indulgedin, rather than a lover he admired and wished to share intimacy with.
But, as he observed Ezra in his most fundamental form, it occurred to him that Ezra was not the only one who had shied away from open intimacy.
The thought must have shown on Titan’s face, as Ezra furrowed his brow and asked, “Is there something wrong?”
“Not at all,” Titan quickly reassured him, not wanting him to worry for even a second. “I was just thinking… you say what matters most to you is having a lover who chooses to stay, correct?”
“Of course.”
“Then I wonder if we might… test that assertion.”
The corners of Ezra’s lips tightened. “What do you mean?”
“You have only known me in my human form, and have built your attraction to me off it, not who I truly am. What would you say if I told you that I desire to fuck you… in my true Darvrokian form?”
Ezra’s eyes flashed bright orange.
“I would say,” he told Titan slowly, punctuating each word, “that sounds like a fantastic idea.”
31
Ezra
The Darvrokian form wasn’t new to Ezra. There had been more than a handful of incidents at work during which a denied applicant had become so furious, they’d inadvertently let go of their human disguise, and that hadn’t even been his first exposure to bodies of the four-armed, reptilian kind. The time he’d walked in on Al and Jude while they were getting frisky was permanently seared into his brain, and then, of course, there had been the incident with Mr. and Mrs. Leon—not to mention all the times he’d helped Jude chase around seven little lizardlings.
But none of those experiences could have prepared him for Titan’s grand reveal.
Energy crackled between them, the anticipation so intense, Ezra’s heart was pounding wildly despite the fact that he was doing sweet dick all. He held his breath as Titan removed his clothing, watched unblinkingly as Titan closed his eyes in concentration, and nearly shook from the excitement as the world’s strangest striptease began.
It happened almost like timelapse videography.
