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“Are you calling me hairy? Because that’s not as sexy as you think it is.”

“I am calling you fascinating, Ambassador.” He gave Ezra another long kiss. “I am calling you beautiful.”

Oh .

Ezra’s heart fluttered. Every part of him felt light and airy, and for the first time since he’d had the displeasure of meeting Al’s ginormous prick of a brother, he thought maybe, just maybe, there might be a softer side to Titan few people were allowed to see.

“You, of course, would find my true form fascinating and beautiful as well, were you to see it,” Titan then went on to say.

“It is impressive not only for its physical composition, but for its markings, which are extremely dignified. Many have found me irresistible, and for good reason. But you will be quite satisfied with my human disguise, I am sure. It is also beautiful, but surely you know this already, as you have brought me to your private quarters expressly so you can mate with it.”

“And there it is,” Ezra said with a sigh.

“Listen…” He reached up and fiddled with the buttons of Titan’s shirt, suddenly feeling exposed even as he stood there fully dressed.

“I’m serious when I say this is a one-time thing, all right?

I don’t do hookups very often, I do relationships never, and I need you to know that I don’t actually like you.

I think you’re a dick. Are you hearing me?

It’s very important to me that you comprehend how much I only like you for your body, not your personality.

Your personality sucks shit. Say okay if you understand. ”

“Okay,” Titan replied dismissively.

Ezra got the distinct impression that he hadn’t listened to a word he’d said.

“Why do I feel like you weren’t actually—hnng.

” He cut himself short as Titan leaned in and kissed his neck, sucking lightly on his skin.

“Fuck.” His hands clenched around Titan’s shirt, wrinkling the pricey fabric. “Careful, don’t leave a mark.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m going to be the best man in a wedding tomorrow.

It’s not exactly appropriate to show up with a giant hickey on my neck.

” That, and he didn’t exactly want other people knowing about his tryst with Al’s brother.

Was that a violation of some kind o f bro code?

Ezra had never been dicked down by a friend’s brother before, so he wasn’t entirely sure.

But Titan didn’t take his lips away. He kissed Ezra’s neck slowly, softly, tenderly, then nipped just hard enough to threaten pain.

Ezra’s eyes fluttered shut, and his mouth fell open in a silent gasp.

He tightened his grip on Titan’s shirt, holding him in place, keeping him there…

then all at once remembered he definitely should not be letting Titan suck a bruise onto a highly visible part of his body, and whacked him on the shoulder. “Hickey!”

“Hickey.” Titan snorted. He removed his hands from Ezra’s hair and began to trace his fingers along Ezra’s spine.

“I do not know this word, but as I stated, I possess above average intelligence and can use context. A hickey is the English word for a physical sign of being claimed by a mate.” He nuzzled Ezra’s pulse point and whispered, “You do want to be claimed by your mate, do you not, Ambassador?”

That went to Ezra’s cock at the speed of light, and also succeeded in knocking all the sense out of his head. When he didn’t answer, Titan chuckled—such a smug little noise—and put his lips on Ezra again.

Then his teeth.

Ezra jolted, but he didn’t push Titan away. Instead, he bit his lip and gave in to pleasure, tilting his head up to give Titan more access as he sucked a bruise onto the spot Ezra had denied him only moments before.

“I want you,” Ezra heard himself say, unbidden.

“I know,” Titan said simply, and for once, his overconfidence didn’t come across as annoying. “But you need not worry, as I will give myself to you.”

Titan made no move to undress himself.

He focused on Ezra, undoing the buttons of his shirt with unhurried purpose before sliding it, and the suit jacket over it, off Ezra’s shoulders and onto the floor.

Next, his fingers found the buckle of Ezra’s belt, which they undid masterfully before dipping inward to open his fly.

He touched Ezra gently—so gently, Ezra might not have noticed what he was doing had he not been so enraptured with what was going on—but even the lightest contact between them shot off inside him like fireworks.

Sparkling, sizzling, bright. So close to his cock, Ezra couldn’t help but imagine what Titan’s palm would feel like when it wrapped around him.

So close, he felt the warmth of Titan’s hand through his fly.

Titan pulled down his zipper and slid his hand inside, and suddenly, that heat was on him. Surrounding him. Those fingers questing, teasing open the front of his boxer shorts, deftly slipping inside.

Skin found skin.

Titan’s fingers traced over his shaft, enveloping it.

Stroking. Squeezing.

Ezra let out the stale air from his lungs and grabbed onto Titan’s shirt once more, mouth open, head coming to rest on Titan’s shoulder. His hips jerked the smallest bit, driving himself deeper into Titan’s grip.

Titan chuckled.

He kissed the top of Ezra’s head and tenderly nuzzled his hair.

“That is it, Ambassador,” he whispered. “Your body knows that you are mine. Allow yourself to feel this pleasure. It is but a taste of what I will give to you tonight.”

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 E zra’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. Would you 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, slowly moving 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.