Ezra whimpered. It felt like he was burning up inside, and the glide of Titan’s hand down his shaft was only stoking the flames. “Please,” he begged, but Titan only chuckled.
“You are eager,” he remarked. “It is to be expected. But you will stay still for me, Ambassador. I will not bring you to bed until you are truly mine.”
“What—”
Ezra had meant to ask, “What do you mean by that?” but cut himself off as Titan traced the fingers of his free hand all the way from Ezra’s belly to his chest, where they toyed with his dense chest hair. Titan shivered as he touched it, lips parting in a small, breathless noise of appreciation, then found Ezra’s nipple and rolled it firmly—purposefully—between his forefinger and thumb. Below, his other hand began to pump Ezra slowly. Steadily.
His touch numbed Ezra to everything but the pleasure now spreading low and hot all through his groin.
His breath quickened.
His hips jerked involuntarily, plunging his cock into Titan’s fist.
He was peripherally aware he was clinging to Titan, arms around his neck, panting wantonly onto his shoulder… but he couldn’t stop himself. Couldn’t bring himself to pull away.
He wanted this.
Needed this.
Needed Titan.
Needed to be fucked until he shook this obsession with Al’s asshole of a brother and the world made sense again.
His hips kept moving.
Titan rolled his nipple more firmly, punishingly, then grabbed Ezra by the base of his cock and squeezed to hold him still.
“I said you will stay still for me, Ambassador,” he said in a stern whisper, lips in Ezra’s hair. “You will be good for me. I will not ask again.”
Oh, fuck.
Gasping, Ezra fought to still his hips and regain his self-control. When he did, Titan released him and tugged off his boxers entirely, then wrapped his palm around Ezra’s shaft and began stroking him again.
“Admirable,” Titan crooned as Ezra twitched and whimpered. “Your desire for me and my human body is so great that even were we not touching, I would be able to sense it, yet you continue to remain still. Your obedience should be rewarded. Wouldyou like that, Ambassador?” The fine hairs on Ezra’s head were disturbed as Titan’s lips curled into a smirk. “Would you like to find out how I treasure those who are good for me?”
Heart pounding, voice trembling from the effort of staying still, Ezra whispered, “Yes.”
“Then I will show you.” Titan nosed into his hair and kissed the top of his head, then stepped away, releasing Ezra entirely. The lack of contact was jarring, and Ezra whined in want of it, but then caught sight of Titan’s eyes and fell silent.
There was no mistaking it now—Titan’s eyes really had darkened from what was once rosy pink to a deep burgundy, verging on black. They were eyes gone wild with desire. Eyes that took Ezra in and didn’t just tolerate what they saw, but enjoyed it. Eyes that told Ezra that as obsessed as he’d suddenly become with Titan, Titan was also obsessed with him.
“Exquisite,” Titan murmured as if speaking to himself as he took Ezra in. He was still as cocky as ever, but now the faintest hint of pink colored his cheeks.
Ezra didn’t think of himself as exquisite—he was stocky, thick, and hairier than he would have liked—but the way Titan was looking at him was almost enough to change his mind. For the first time maybe ever, he didn’t feel self-conscious standing naked in front of a lover. With Titan’s eyes on him, all he felt was good.
And as those eyes flicked up to meet his, that feeling grew.
The intensity in them, the desire… it burned in a way that couldn’t be faked. It was consuming. Paralyzing. It made him feel like his whole body was full of pins and needles, filled with anticipation for what that look promised was still to come.
Titan only held his gaze for a moment, but it seemed to Ezra like a thousand heartbeats passed in that small amount of time. He stood frozen as Titan smirked at him and watched as he dropped to his knees, his eyes on Ezra the entire time.
He only broke eye contact when he turned his head to press a kiss to the inside of Ezra’s bare thigh. Then another, and another, slowlymoving inward until his lips brushed the base of Ezra’s cock. He lingered there teasing Ezra, kissing lazily, letting his lips and tongue play with Ezra’s shaft as his hands came up to firmly, but gently, squeeze the globes of Ezra’s ass.
“Soft,” he murmured, humming in appreciation before lifting his gaze to look into Ezra’s eyes once more. “Your body was designed with the pleasure of your mate in mind, Ambassador. You were designed to be bred by a superior being such as myself, and I will breed you so well, you will never again forget it. All the pleasure I take from you, I will give back to you in turn.”
“You—”
Ezra cut himself short with a thin gasp of pleasure. The flat of Titan’s tongue had found its way to the underside of his cockhead, where it swirled and stroked with inhuman precision, drawing Ezra’s cock forward into the warmth of Titan’s mouth.
