Not his human disguise.
His real body.
Both of their true selves finally united, all masks and pretenses stripped away.
Sweat started beading along Ezra’s hairline, and he was sure he was flushed from head to toe, but he only rode Titan harder, lifting his hips up high and then snapping them down with such force that they were both quickly out of breath.
“I am an ambassador between two different worlds,” he said between gasps. “And I’m the chosen mate of a wealthy government official. Right?”
“Chosen from the second I laid eyes on you, and rechosen in every second since,” Titan moaned, his jaw clenched—a sign he was approaching the end, and Ezra pushed harder still, wanting him to arrive in pieces.
“Then give me what I deserve,” Ezra breathed, eyes closing, trembling as lust took him. “Come in me and make me even greater by filling me with your eggs.”
Titan let out a strangled cry and seized Ezra once more by the hips, bringing him crashing down onto his cock as orgasm took hold. He shot deep, rutting, pushing himself so thoroughly up inside of Ezra that he could have sworn he felt him all the way up to his stomach, but Ezra couldn’t linger on the details. A tingling in his fingertips stole his attention.
It only took him a second to realize that it was his telepathy.
Titan’s pleasure was right there, begging to be let in.
Ezra focused on it, and in a sudden rush, Titan’s orgasm swept through him. It was so powerful and so abrupt, he had no time to prepare. One moment he was horny as hell, Titan’s fingertips digging bruises into his hips while he shot his load deep inside, and the next he was coming untouched, spilling over both of them, blasted onto another plane of existence as two orgasms ripped through his body and mind.
It took him forever to find his way back to Earth, and even longer to regain control over his body. When he finally did, he slumped against Titan, unwilling to climb off just yet, and shuddered through two sets of aftershocks as a boneless heap.
“I think,” he managed weakly, “I figured out which part of my brain is the focusing part.”
“We need not consult Siri nor Alexa any further, then,” Titan said through a laugh, then kissed Ezra’s damp temple, wave after wave of affection emitting from every place where their bare bodies touched. In that quiet happiness, Ezra let himself be tender. If literally feeling Titan’s love for him was what it meant to be half alien, then maybe it wasn’t all that bad.
He would not, however, under any circumstances, be shaving his chest hair when any Darvrokians were around.
32
Titan
The sliding door that let out into the backyard made a squeaking noise that would have been indiscernible had the rest of the house not been silent. As it was, Earth’s singular sun had set some time ago, and with it, the occupants of the mansion had gone into their unconsciousness quarters to rest, Ezra included. Titan intended to join them shortly—fatigue prickling at the corners of his human-disguised eyes—but first, he had something that he needed to accomplish. Something he should have accomplished many, many moons ago.
Silently, somberly, he stepped out onto the patio where only the stars above would witness what was to come.
But the patio was occupied.
Startled, Titan squinted through the darkness to discover his clutchmate, Al, sitting in a deck chair, his human legs crossed beneath him and his hands limp in his lap.
“Why have you come here at this late hour?” Titan asked, and although he spoke with no animosity, his voice felt abrasive in the otherwise silent night.
Through the shadows, Titan just barely saw Al cock his headat him.
“I often come out here after the offspring and Jude have entered unconsciousness,” he explained. “As you are aware, we Darvrokians require less unconsciousness time than humans, and while I feel contentment lying by Jude’s side, I have also come to feel appreciation for increments of solitude during which I am able to collect my thoughts, as well as play the Earth game, Tetanus, on my human cellular device without the offspring relentlessly requesting ‘their turn.’” From his lap, Al picked up his cellular phone and held it with the screen facing out so that Titan could see the paused game.
“Humans are quite proficient in creating nonsensical games which require minimal brain power, yet are difficult to cease playing,” Titan agreed with a nod. “I, myself, am partial to the candy crushing game, which is foolishly named, as it is a game of pattern recognition and has nothing to do with candy nor the act of crushing it.”
“English,” Al said with disdain, and Titan hummed empathetically.
“I do not intend to cause an intrusion upon your secret evening of Tetanus and solitude,” Titan reassured. “I have come here seeking a quiet space in which I may contact our parents, as I did not wish to disturb Ezra’s unconsciousness. However, your dwelling is large, and there are other locations I can go where I will not be a disturbance to others.”
Titan turned to go back inside so Al might continue his solitude unbothered, but to his surprise, Al protested.
“Wait a Mississippi,” he said, unfurling his legs from their crossed position and setting his feet on the ground. Titan noted, as his poor human eyesight finally began to properly adjust to the darkness, that he was wearing soft slippers in the shape of the nasty but tasty Earth waterfowl known as the swan. It was baffling to see these creatures honored with foot effigies, but if he concerned himself with every baffling thing he encountered on this planet, he would never have time for anything else. Perhaps Al had simply had an unfortunate run-in with these tyrants and had struck up this deal of podiatric worship in exchange for his life. Stranger things had occurred on this planet.
As such, Titan did not mention the slippers, which was just as well, as Al did not bring them up.
