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He took Titan by the hand and practically dragged him to his feet, then brought him to the bed and with a gentle push, compelled Titan to sit upon it.

Next he yanked open the bedside drawer and after a bit of fumbling, produced a bottle of lubricant, which he placed firmly in Titan’s hand before joining him on the bed. “Get me ready.”

Titan needed no further prompting. Popping the bottle open, he poured a generous amount in his hand and slicked up his fingers.

Ezra positioned himself, still straddling him, and Titan reached behind to start working him open, only to find that his finger slid in with total ease.

Ezra was already wet and stretched, as though he had anticipated that they would mate and had prepared himself beforehand .

“You are already ready for me,” Titan informed him. To prove it, he slid three fingers inside of Ezra and hooked them against his walls, pressing deep.

Ezra let out a surprised gasp of pleasure and urgently pushed back against Titan’s hand. “I should be upset that your goddamn alien magic is fucking with my physiology, but I feel too good to stay mad.”

Titan furrowed his brow. Nothing the two of them had done should have affected Ezra in this way—physiological changes to non-Darvrokian partners only occurred between bonded pairs and True Mates.

“I do not—” Titan began, but Ezra interrupted him.

“I need you,” he said, riding Titan’s fingers, head thrown back. “I need your cock inside me.”

That effectively cut off Titan’s train of thought. Eager to mate with Ezra, he withdrew his fingers and grabbed himself by the base, barely having time to line himself up before Ezra was pushing down on his dripping cock.

It took effort to get it in.

Ezra was wet and stretched from Titan’s fingers, but he was still too small to fit Titan inside. Arms trembling and mouth hanging open from excess of desire, he bore down on Titan’s cock, but only the very tip would fit.

“Fuck,” Ezra breathed. “You’re so fucking big. Did you do that on purpose?”

“I based my human disguise on what I researched was most desirable. My human cock is slightly smaller than what it is in my true form. Perhaps someday I will show you.”

“I’m not—I can’t even begin to process that right now.” Ezra leaned down for a quick, sloppy kiss, and said, “All I can focus on right now is riding you.”

“Then proceed, Ambassador.”

Something about what he said made Ezra laugh, and Titan was struck by the fact that he rarely ever saw Ezra smile.

The effect it had on his features was immeasurable.

Ezra was already very beautiful, but when he smiled his cheeks dimpled and his eyes crinkled in the corners, and it made something in Titan’s gut flutter.

He could not help it any longer—he had to have this gorgeous human. The ambassador. His Ezra.

He reached up and gripped Ezra’s hips, his thumbs pressing hard into the divots of his pelvis.

Ezra made a startled sound in his throat, but after his initial surprise seemed to understand Titan’s intention—he shifted his hips, bearing down, and let Titan push him all the way to the base of his cock.

“Holy shit,” Ezra whimpered through a moan. His eyes closed and he let his mouth hang open, drawing one labored breath after another. “Oh, fuck. God, you’re big. How am I supposed to resist you when you fill me up like this? You’re gonna break me in two.”

It was impossible on an anatomical level for such a thing to happen, and Titan would have told Ezra as much himself had he had the words, but the words were nowhere to be found.

The only thing occupying his mind was the sensation of Ezra tight around him.

Gripping him. So wet Titan had not needed lubrication to enter him, and so intoxicatingly warm Titan could not imagine ever pulling out.

He gripped Ezra’s hips tightly, keeping him flush with the base of his cock, and began to buck up into him. Up into his warm, wet heat.

The sounds Ezra made in response were primal.

He went rigid, then collapsed, laying his forehead on Titan’s shoulder and riding him in earnest, working himself in tandem with Titan’s thrusts to ensure he sank deep.

If they had been bonded, Titan realized, the outcome of this mating session would result in only one thing—conception.

Ezra wanted to bear Titan’s clutch, and Titan wished to fill him with it.

He would breed with this beautiful human, and they would be a family.

He would never be alone again .

A damp, sticky substance beaded on Titan’s brow. His breath caught in his throat. Fingers dug bruisingly into Ezra’s hips, he pumped up into him, chasing ecstasy.

Ezra, grinding down upon him, seemed to be seeking the same.

“I’m close,” he rasped into Titan’s ear. “Keep going. Don’t stop. Wanna feel you pound the cum outta me. Wanna?—”

A noise that should have been a scream clicked soundlessly in Ezra’s throat, and he threw himself down onto Titan’s cock with such force, Titan had no choice but to go still lest he risk injury. Ezra’s body, already so tight around him, squeezed, and Titan’s vision went white.

When it cleared, he was no longer sitting up.

He was on the bed on his hands and knees with Ezra beneath him, legs folded in a mating press and milky cum striping his stomach and chest. He looked up at Titan with lust-glazed eyes and begged in a whimper, “Come in me,” and Titan could not disobey.

He dropped onto Ezra and kissed him fiercely while his hips jerked and shuddered, burying himself deep.

He came there.

Inside of Ezra.

Inside where, had things been different, Ezra would conceive.

Ezra kissed him back greedily, arms locking more tightly around Titan’s neck and thighs trembling.

He made small sounds of pleasure that Titan swallowed and, even after Titan had finished coming, continued to make those noises.

He loosened and tightened rhythmically around Titan’s cock until it softened and slipped out, but even then, he didn’t push Titan off or ask him to change positions.

His hand snaked between their bodies, and he gripped Titan’s flaccid cock, attempting to push it back in.

“I cannot,” Titan murmured apologetically into the kiss. “I require rest before I may mate again, but should you continue to kiss me like this, surely it shall only be another few minutes until I am prepared. ”

“Mm, I…” Ezra trailed off, seemingly more interested in kissing Titan than engaging in conversation.

This suited Titan just fine. He was desperate for as much of Ezra as he was willing to give.

Eventually, though, he began to squirm and shift, and Titan knew their time in this intimate position was over.

He ended the kiss and dismounted, lying next to Ezra on the bed.

Ezra unfolded himself and flopped on top of him, forgetting—or simply not caring—that he was going to make even more of a mess of the bedding than they already had.

Titan pushed a lock of Ezra’s hair behind his ear and kissed the top of his head. Ezra hummed sleepily and nuzzled in against the crook of his neck, his slow breath hot on Titan’s skin.

“You’re not staying in here tonight,” he informed Titan groggily, but even as he said it, he made no attempt to move. Titan figured they could have that argument later.

Ezra fell quiet, breathing evenly, not asleep but clearly teetering on the edge, and Titan ran his fingers slowly up and down his spine, merely reveling in their closeness.

In the silence, he was able to consider the fact that Ezra’s body had prepared itself for him, and he wondered why that would be.

His experiences with Ezra did not match the description of an encounter between True Mates, yet he could not think of another reason why Ezra’s anatomy would mold itself to accept Titan’s body so readily.

It could also explain the intense pull Titan had toward him—why he could not get Ezra out of his mind, no matter how hard he tried.

For the first time that he could remember, Titan wished he had a closer relationship with his brother.

Had that been the case, he could simply ask him how he knew that Jude was his True Mate.

But Titan had seen the expression on Ξ.A.kr’ξ??’p’s face when he saw that Titan had returned to Earth.

There was no way that he would speak of something so personal with him.

It was simply not the nature of their relationship.

Titan briefly wondered if that was his own doing.

“We need to clean up,” Titan muttered, derailing his own thoughts before they could go any further.

Ezra grumbled and snuggled in closer. “Five more minutes,” he snuffled against Titan’s skin.

Titan felt himself smiling. “Five more minutes,” he allowed, resuming his gentle caressing of Ezra’s back and already mourning the future in which they would have to part.

Was this, he wondered, what it was like to fall in love?