Ezra’s first instinct was to thrust—to bury himself as deeply as he could—but he remembered what he’d been told, and he stayed still.
His obedience was rewarded.
Titan hummed in appreciation, then took Ezra deeper. Tongue swirling, lips tightening, he took Ezra down to the base and applied pressure with his hands, using his grip on Ezra’s ass to hold him in place. For someone who had only had a human body for a day, Titan was a fast learner. Either he already knew how to suppress his gag reflex, or he didn’t have one, because once he had Ezra down his throat, he refused to let him go. It was all lips and tongue and pressure. Silken, sucking tightness. Rhythmic pleasure.
Ezra didn’t like to top, but Titan’s mouth almost had him changing his mind.
“Fuck.”
He curled his fingers in Titan’s hair, fighting the urge to drive his hips forward. Despite his best efforts, his hips flexed, and Titan dug his fingers punishingly into his ass, reminding him to be good. He kept him in place just like that, forcing him to take the pleasure being thrust upon him, until he abruptly removed his mouth from Ezra entirely.
“Why did you stop?” Ezra asked in a daze.
“You were about to achieve climax,” Titan informed him, then rose to his feet with otherworldly grace. “I could feel it rising up in you, but it is not time for that yet. Get on the bed, Ambassador. It is time for us to mate.”
Ezra did not have words.
He barely had thoughts apart from how desperately he needed Titan’s dick.
In what had to be the most awkward shimmy-shuffle imaginable, he kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants and socks, then moved to the bedside. There was a bottle of lube in his nightstand as well as a couple of condoms.
Would they need condoms?
Was there such a thing as space STDs?
Jude had let Al fuck him raw and ended up pregnant, but Titan wasn’t Ezra’s True Mate, so there would be no risk of pregnancy.
Would it be irresponsible to skip protection in a situation like this?
Tweenage Ezra, fresh from his seventh-grade health class, said yes… but grown-ass Ezra, fresh from the best blowjob of his life, wasn’t sure he agreed.
He palmed the lube, bit his lip, and nudged the drawer shut sans condom.
Would he regret it?
Probably.
But fuck, he was horny, and the thought of being skin to skin with a creature capable of reading emotions by touch made it worth the risk.
He sat on the bed, lube in hand, intending to beckon Titan over… but his plans never came to fruition, because when he looked Titan’s way, he found the alien disrobing, and the sight was so distracting, all Ezra could do was stare.
Off came Titan’s belt.
His pants.
His boxers.
He did away with every last piece of clothing until he stood before Ezra nude, his body as beautiful as a model’s and equipped with the biggest cock Ezra had ever seen.
Titan must have noticed Ezra staring, because his pompous little smirk came back with a vengeance. He approached the bed with a sway in his step and wedged his knee between Ezra’s thighs, climbing up onto the bed and closing in on Ezra’s space so they were nearly lip to lip.
“When you feel this inside of you,” he told Ezra, gesturing at his erection, “you will realize the excitement you are feeling in this increment of time—as elevated as it is—is not enough. The pleasure I will give you will be so excellent that you will never want to mate with anyone else. For the rest of your life, you will crave no one but me.”
“Again, I really want to impress upon you how much I hate your personality and only want you for your body,” Ezra said, but he was too distracted to put any heat behind the words. With Titan’s dark eyes on him, burning with unspoken desire, his willpower was starting to wane.
The truth was, there was a part of him that desperately wanted to indulge that fantasy.
To be Titan’s.
