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Titan

Titan had not been prepared for Ezra’s display of dominance, and was easily pushed off his feet and onto the bed.

Usually such a gesture would not have been tolerated—Titan was far too important a being to be conquered by a lover—but nothing was usual about his feelings for the ambassador, nor were their current circumstances in any way ordinary.

Another force was at play, a force that had seized Titan entirely and refused to let him go, and under its influence, he found himself willing to do anything for Ezra.

Commit to anything.

Submit to anything.

Even had Ezra not become gravid with his eggs, it would still be so.

Titan barely had time to adopt a comfortable position when Ezra climbed onto the bed after him, reclaiming Titan’s lips with the same passion and ferocity he’d used when both of them were upright.

Titan welcomed his kiss gladly, matching Ezra’s intensity and allowing the ambassador to suck and nip his bottom lip, then lick his way into his mouth.

The thrill of it was overwhelming.

Ezra wanted him—truly wanted him—and showed it with every new assertion. He was not just using Titan for sex; he was claiming him. Taking control of their passion and shaping it to his will. Proving to Titan that he was ready for what was to come.

And the more he did, the more Titan yearned to fill him with his cock and show him how good and true of a lover he could be.

In a display of impressive agility, Ezra stripped off his shirt while they kissed, then began unbuttoning Titan’s. When he reached the buttons hidden beneath Titan’s belt, he wrenched it open and undid Titan’s fly with such zealousness, Titan was left breathless.

He had never seen Ezra in such a state.

And now that he had seen him like this, he never wished to see him another way again.

“You’re such an asshole,” Ezra uttered against his lips before kissing him fiercely. “How am I supposed to believe you’ll be there for me? How do I know you won’t run?”

“Because you are wonderful,” Titan replied automatically when Ezra next gave him the chance. “Powerful, intelligent, beautiful, fertile…”

Ezra shivered and attacked Titan’s lips with his own. Several minutes of desperate kissing later, he broke from Titan again, allowing Titan to conclude his sentence.

“But even were you not those things, I would not desert you, as I am a great and mighty being, and I intend to be the best mate to you. Come what may, I will care for you and our offspring and use my considerable talents to provide a wonderful life for us. I would never run. While it is a vestigial instinct preserved within the genetic makeup of my species from many hundreds of thousands of rotations ago when we were hunted as prey, it is now considered a mark of failure to abscond from that which frightens you, and I will not allow myself to be branded by such a designat ion. Not when beset upon by Sand Dwellers, and not in any aspect of my personal life. No matter how frightened I become of the unknown we face, I will stand by you.”

Ezra’s eyes turned so sad so suddenly, they almost seemed blue. “Why can’t I just hate you?”

Titan chuckled and cupped Ezra’s chin, running his thumb along Ezra’s cheek. “You may hate me if you want, Ambassador, but it won’t change the way I feel about you.”

The suggestion of blue in Ezra’s eyes disappeared, and he regarded Titan with a startled, somewhat flustered look before seizing him by the hair and bringing their lips back together again.

Off came Titan’s pants, then Ezra’s.

Off came their socks, then Titan’s underwear.

Nude and aching in anticipation of what was soon to come, Titan grasped Ezra by the shoulders before he could strip the final layer of his clothing away and rolled them over so Ezra was beneath him, cushioned by the bed’s many soft blankets, while Titan took his place on top.

He was glad to relinquish some of his power to the ambassador, but there were certain pleasures he did not want to be deprived of, and this was one of them.

Slowly, steadily, he kissed his way down Ezra’s body. From his lips, to his jaw, to his neck, to his delightfully hairy chest, he celebrated each part of Ezra until he arrived at what had yet to be uncovered.

The area beneath Ezra’s tented boxers.

Titan spared one last kiss to Ezra’s soft, round stomach, then lifted the nearby elastic waistband from where it had sat so snugly and lowered it.

Removed it.

Leaving Ezra bare, all parts of his body now free.

Ezra was erect, of course, as Titan had known due to the tent in his underwear, and his human penis proudly sprang upright as soon as it was freed from its cotton prison.

Titan loved the look of it. It was perfectly thick and long with prominent veins that supplied it with the blood it needed to stay hard in the event it would be used for penetration.

It was one of the more sensible parts of human design.

Some beings had bones to ensure rigidity, but as Titan had heard said on a recent Earth entertainment program, there could be “too much of a good thing.” For everything wrong with the human body, this part had undeniably been done right.

But functionality aside, the most pleasing part of Ezra’s penis was the color of it when he was well and truly excited.

The pinkish-red flush of its tip and the very top of its shaft reminded Titan of his own favorite color, and while perhaps this was a feature common amongst penis-having humans, he liked to think Ezra’s was like this because down to the cellular level, his body knew that it was destined to be loved so thoroughly by Titan.

Unable to resist, he set his lips upon it and laved his tongue across its drooling slit. Ezra’s taste was mild and his skin so silky smooth that Titan could not bear to part from it. Swirling his tongue, he took Ezra in deeper.

Beneath him, Ezra groaned and latched his fingers in Titan’s hair.

“Fuck, man,” he panted. “You’re gonna make me blow my load if you don’t cool it with the tongue.”

There were many parts of that sentence Titan did not understand, but he inferred from Ezra’s tone that his performance was exemplary.

The praise was addictive.

Everyone else expected perfection from him by virtue of his nature, but hearing such things from Ezra, who had never spared his feelings, made him feel as though he’d done something truly great indeed.

“Oh, fuck, you’re not gonna stop, are you?” Ezra asked through a jagged moan. “Oh my god. Oh, holy fuck, Titan. Titan, I ’m gonna?—”

Titan did not need to be told what would happen next—he was so closely engaged with Ezra’s body that he felt it as it happened.

The sudden tension.

The tightness.

The surge of heat as Ezra’s body prepared itself to ejaculate.

The twitching of his shaft and subtle churning of his balls.

He was not taken by surprise when Ezra filled his mouth with cum, but something else did shock him?—

—the way Ezra moaned his name as he did.

“ Titan. ” It sounded like a plea, a curse, and a prayer. “Oh fuck, Titan.”

It was not the sound of a man who wanted nothing to do with the partner he had brought to bed; it was the sound of a man who was engaged with his lover. Who wanted—needed—this intimacy, and welcomed it with open arms.

Titan had not heard Ezra sound like this before, and it emboldened him.

He swallowed what Ezra had given him and sucked him clean, then rose up Ezra’s body and kissed him in the hopes he could keep the passion going and would not be expelled from the bed as he had been so many times before.

If expulsion was on Ezra’s mind, he did a fantastic job at hiding it. Rather than push Titan away, he returned his kiss with enthusiasm and spread his legs, inviting Titan not just to stay, but to unite their bodies.

Titan had achieved many great and important things in his life, but none of them had brought him joy similar to this.

“Are you certain?” he asked when they next parted to catch their breaths. “I am of the understanding that human beings require time to become aroused again following orgasm. If you would prefer to wait?—”

“Dude,” said Ezra in his flattest tone of voice, “if you don’t fuck me now, I’ll have no choice but to take matters into my own hands and fuck myself.”

It was just like the ambassador to be so polite.

Grinning, Titan kissed him and guided his cock where it was needed.

A simple thrust of his hips, and he was inside.

“Oh, fuck,” Ezra moaned, throwing his head back. He was squeezed so tightly around Titan’s cock that had he not been slick, Titan never would have gained entry. “I’m gonna need you to keep going and then never stop, because you feel so damn good I’m pretty sure if you pulled out, I’d die.”

Titan froze to the point where he didn’t even dare to breathe and did not move again until Ezra picked his head up and gave him a curious look.

“This is one of your bad and nonsensical uses of language, correct?” he asked carefully. “I need assurance you will not cease to be alive should I misjudge my movement and slip out of you.”

Ezra snorted. “Dork,” he said, swatting playfully at Titan’s shoulder. “No, I am not literally going to die if I lose contact with your dick.”

“So I may proceed onto the fucking without worry?”

“Christ.” Ezra covered his eyes with his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yes, you may ‘proceed onto the fucking,’ but you’d better do it now before I change my mind about all this.”

Titan did not need a second warning.

Assured that his sweet Ezra would not perish from a coital misstep, he plunged into his tight, wet heat and did away with his inhibitions. It was not time for worry—it was time to show Ezra that he had made a prudent choice in allowing Titan to be the father of his eggs.

He began slowly, paying attention to the movements that made Ezra moan and shying away from those that made him fall silent.

It was not entirely easy—Ezra was so tight that Titan had little room to work with—but as he gained confidence with Ezra’s body, he transitioned from relying on each thrust alone to utilizing Ezra’s body for their mutual benefit, folding Ezra’s legs back and lifting him up at the hips to change the angle of penetration.

Like this, each movement brought Ezra such pleasure, he was left screaming into his pillow.

But he was not the only one overcome.

Pleasure had set Titan’s heart racing, the pounding of his pulse in his ears driving him to move faster and push deeper.

The way Ezra gripped him so wantonly from the inside and the hot, silken feel of his body made it difficult to keep his composure.

All he wanted was to be lost in him, to be so utterly consumed by their union that all other things ceased to exist.

Only Ezra.

Him, and Ezra.

Bodies united. Sharing their pleasure. Panting into each other’s mouths as they inched closer to completion. Knowing that they had done this before, and that against the laws of nature, it had pleased the universe to such a vast extent that it had allowed them to create life.

Eggs.

A clutch.

A family.

They had only just conceived, but Titan already imagined a world in which Ezra, fertile again after having laid their offspring, begged Titan to breed him again.

The air left Titan’s lungs in a rush, and he thrust in all the way to the hilt.

It was an unfounded fantasy, but the feeling of being wanted in such a way crashed through him as powerfully as a meteor strike.

He would give Ezra everything he wanted, and he would do so unfailingly, no matter if it was in or out of bed.

“I’m coming,” Ezra said with urgency, and Titan knew it to be true, for he felt Ezra pulsing around his cock as though att empting to draw Titan even more deeply inside.

It was too much to resist.

Groaning, Titan dropped his head onto Ezra’s shoulder and thrust into him with purpose, practically folding the ambassador in half from his efforts.

Orgasm seized him, and he let it take control, filling Ezra with pulse after pulse of the same cum that had taken root inside him and caused him to become pregnant.

“Fuuuuck,” Ezra cried, muffled, into his pillow, almost as if he had heard Titan’s debauched thoughts himself. “Oh, fuck. Fill me. Don’t you dare let a drop of it spill out.”

This had not been Titan’s intention, but he was pleased he and the ambassador were on the same page.

The increments that followed moved more slowly than the laws of space time allowed. Ezra, soft and sweet and pliant, made himself comfortable in the bedding, and gladly dropped his legs to snuggle under the covers when Titan pulled out of him and came to lie by his side.

“God, that was…” Ezra’s cheeks were the same lovely color of red that his cock had been not long ago. “That wasn’t half bad.”

“If not half, then what percentage of it was bad?” Titan asked apprehensively, although he was too exhausted to be truly alarmed.

“Two fifths? One fourth? Less? Should you provide me with the correct numeric value, I will take it into account and endeavor to eliminate as much of what is wrong as I can.”

“I can’t with you,” Ezra said, smiling. “It’s one of those ‘grr, English is a bad language and you should feel bad about it’ things.

You don’t have to change anything. Except for maybe the frequency you’re putting it in me.

I heard pregnancy hormones can really fuck with your libido, so I might be needing that dick way more than I’ve been getting it. ”

“This is only because you have been avoiding me,” Titan said, very matter-of-fact. “If you had not taken to hiding in your unconsciousness quarters, I would have gladly given you this dick many times. The most times. I would never keep it from you.”

Ezra raised one of his pleasingly bushy eyebrows. “Is that so?”

“It is so,” Titan assured him. “I do not speak lies, Ambassador.”

“Well, in that case…” Ezra’s teeth sank into his bottom lip, and his eyes took on a dark and wicked shine. “Maybe I can be talked into letting you sleep over tonight.”

Titan’s expression flattened. “Well, can you?”

Ezra snorted and grabbed either side of his face, pulling him into a lazy kiss that barely served to hold back his laughter. It was not the kind of kiss that led to sex, but Titan found he liked it even better. Ezra’s happiness felt right on his lips.

It made his own happiness, so long repressed, shine like it never had before.