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“Soft,” he murmured, humming in appreciation before lifting his gaze to look into Ezra’s eyes once more.

“Your body was designed with the pleasure of your mate in mind, Ambassador. You were designed to be bred by a superior being such as myself, and I will breed you so well, you will never again forget it. All the pleasure I take from you, I will give back to you in turn.”

“You—”

Ezra cut himself short with a thin gasp of pleasure. The flat of Titan’s tongue had found its way to the underside of his cockhead, where it swirled and stroked with inhuman precision, drawing Ezra’s cock forward into the warmth of Titan’s mouth.

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 goo d.

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 T itan’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.

To be ruined by Titan.

To lose control so completely, he would never want anything more from life than to be there to service Titan, ass always perked and ready for him when he came to bed. It was so wrong, but it felt good, and the thought of it made his cock twitch and his balls tighten.

He wanted to be used .

To be bred by that thick cock.

To be turned into a plaything made for pleasure, and who lived a life spoiled by pleasure in return.

The wash of emotion must have made it through to Titan, because at that moment, his expression darkened and the last tinges of pink disappeared from his eyes.

He did not bother with asking and did not seek permission—he hauled Ezra up as though he weighed nothing and tossed him down onto the middle of the bed.

Titan was on him before he could make sense of his new position.

Their lips crashed together savagely, and Ezra whimpered, whining into Titan’s mouth as Titan’s tongue pushed its way inside and claimed Ezra possessively.

Titan’s fingers curled in his hair, and then their bodies were together, Titan’s dick dragging along Ezra’s stomach, thrusting, hips pumping powerfully, showing Ezra how impossibly deep his shaft would go.

When the kiss broke and Titan pulled away, his eyes were flared with gold as though they’d been set on fire. Ezra stared in awe up into them, panting, brainless, thighs spread and cock dripping, then reached up to tangle his own fingers in Titan’s hair and pulled him down for another savage kiss.

Grasping wildly at each other, they let their bodies take control.

Ezra’s hips arched, meeting each of Titan’s thrusts, and Titan took advantage, cock surging up Ezra’s body.

Finally, he let go of Ezra’s hair and grasped his thighs, pulling them apart and using them to angle Ezra’s ass into position.

On the next thrust, Titan’s cock slid between Ezra’s cheeks.

A little more and it would slip inside.

“Humans need lube,” Ezra gasped. It was all he managed to get out before Titan’s mouth was on him again. Before he lost himself to the kiss, he pried the cap of the lube open with his thumb and tapped it against Titan’s hip in a bid to get his attention.

It worked.

Titan reared back, looking down on Ezra with intense, eclips e-rimmed eyes.

His chest heaved. His kiss-swollen lips parted.

In the dim light, Ezra thought he saw the shadows of tiny scales tumble down his shoulders and chest. He was still a man, still clinging to his human disguise, but gradually, little details were starting to slip.

He was losing control.

Ezra did not find Darvrokians sexy—the time he’d walked in on Al and Jude going at it while Al was in his true form had been more like a horror movie than something pulled out of a porno—but knowing Titan was so hot for him that he couldn’t keep it together made Ezra want to fuck him until there was nothing human left.

“Lube,” he said again, and presented the bottle to Titan.

Titan inspected the bottle with narrowed eyes, like a wild animal might an item they perceived could be a threat.

It took a second, but finally a flicker of pink flared alongside the fiery gold in his eyes—a sign he had regained himself, even if only partially.

With that newfound control, he took the bottle from Ezra and put it to use.

Cock now wet and glistening, Titan descended once more upon Ezra, folding him back into place.

Ezra helped as best he could by hooking his thighs around Titan’s waist and settled into his new position just in time for Titan to cant his hips, sending the tip of his cock to bump against the hole between Ezra’s legs.

Another thrust nudged the tip inside.

Ezra gasped. It was just the tip, but it felt big, and he clenched around it desperately, wanting so much more.

Titan thrust again without result, then again another time, fighting the tightness of Ezra’s body as they both panted and groaned and ground on each other, wanting it to fit.

It was like losing his virginity a second time, Ezra realized.

With a cock that big, Titan really was going to ruin him for other men.

Normal dick would never hit quite the same again.

“Fuck me,” Ezra pleaded. He wrapped his arms around Titan’s neck a nd dug his heels into his hip bones, urging him on.

And to his credit, Titan tried. He flexed his hips and increased the pressure between them, but the size difference was too much—when he pushed harder, he only ended up slipping out.

It wasn’t until he took the base of his cock in hand and guided it inward that true progress was finally able to begin.

With a push, he spread Ezra open.

With another push, he sank inside.

He’d felt big when it had been just the tip teasing Ezra’s entrance, but now that the teasing was over and that tip was deep in Ezra’s guts, “big” didn’t cut it anymore. He was massive. So huge, it should have hurt…

But he must have lubed up well, because even as Ezra worried he might start choking on dick from the inside, hentai style, there was no painful friction. Just pressure. Their bodies matched each other, like a hand perfectly stretching out a rubber glove.

“Yes,” Ezra moaned. He grabbed a handful of Titan’s hair and ground onto the dick inside of him, squeezing rhythmically around it, inviting it to move. Titan growled—actually, inhumanly growled—and drove into Ezra as deep as he could go.

They fucked recklessly.

Bodies slamming, teeth nipping, gasping, panting, snarling.

It had been a long time since Ezra had had sex, but he knew it wasn’t usually like this.

Never as selfish. Never as good. And maybe it was because it was so wholly selfish.

Neither of them asked what the other wanted.

They took, and fought, and conceded. They chased pleasure.

They goaded each other without speaking into being the first to come—into being the loser—and for as incredible as they made each other feel, they withstood.

But of the two of them, Titan was the most merciless. He nipped Ezra’s neck. His earlobe. His shoulder. He took Ezra’s cock in hand and pumped, timing the motions to his thrusts so Ezra had no respite.

Orgasm welled inside him .

It felt so fucking good.

Ezra bit Titan’s shoulder in retaliation and rode him from beneath with everything he had, keeping himself virgin-tight around Titan’s dick, milking it, wanting to feel the moment it started twitching and pulsing to fill him with alien cum.

He was so focused on the goal at hand that he almost didn’t notice when the room turned purple. Then blue. Then orange.

Clap-activated lamps apparently did not discriminate between clapping hands and clapping cheeks.

It was such a ridiculous, unsexy thought during what was hands-down going to be the hottest one-night stand of his life that Ezra couldn’t help it—he burst out laughing.

Here he was, fucking the real-life embodiment of “he’s a ten, but…

” while his funky little lamp transformed his room into a nightclub.

God, life was weird.

God, life was good.

Still laughing, Ezra threw himself into his enjoyment of Titan’s body.

He was going to come first and he knew it.

He wanted it. Who cared about winning some imaginary ego contest when he was never going to see Titan again?

All he wanted was to enjoy himself, and right now, that meant coming his brains out on the best dick he’d ever had.

It didn’t take long after that.

Titan fucked him like a sex god while Ezra lay laughing beneath him, then the laughter turned to moaning, and at last, Ezra came.

He locked his arms around Titan as his balls tightened and emptied, and Titan—no doubt feeling Ezra’s orgasm through his touch telepathy—made a thin noise of pleasure and planted his cock deep.

It pulsed and twitched as it shot its load deep inside.

“Fuuuuck.” Ezra flopped bonelessly onto the bed and grinned at the ceiling. He hadn’t felt this good in… well… ever seemed like an exaggeration, but a very, very long time.

And he felt even better when Titan collapsed onto him, every bit as boneless as he was and not making any attempt to hide it. He kept his cock in Ezra and… was it still coming?

Fuck, now Ezra understood why Jude had been so obsessed with screwing Al when they’d lived back at the apartment. Darvrokian dick was good.

Titan pulled out a couple of minutes later.

Ezra braced himself for the gloating he was sure was about to follow, but it never came.

Instead, Titan plopped down onto the bed next to him and stared up at the ceiling as well, letting silence set in before saying, “You are a very desirable creature, Ambassador, but you are especially desirable when you smile.”

Ezra’s cheeks instantly heated. “This was a one-time thing. Don’t get used to it.”

“But you have never mated like that before,” Titan argued. “I could feel what you felt. I know that no mate has ever satisfied you in the same way.”

“I genuinely cannot stand you.” Ezra was glad he had the ceiling to stare at, because he knew if he looked Titan’s way, he would not have been able to say it convincingly.

To make sure he didn’t slip up and give Titan the satisfaction of knowing that he was a little smitten, he yawned and closed his eyes.

He’d have to get up to clean himself soon, but he could afford to doze for just a minute.

Barely awake, he reiterated, “One-time thing.”

“This will not be the case, Ambassador Ezra,” he heard Titan mumble from beside him, almost more to himself than to Ezra. “Wait and you will see.”