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Heat ignited at the first brush of their lips. All of the feelings they’d been repressing the past few days, weeks, years, exploded between them.

Their clothes landed like forgotten debris against the floor.

Nic pushed Griffith down on his bed before following him. He straddled his alpha’s lap. In his stupidly empty apartment that he’d never bothered to make his home.

It didn’t matter what four walls he was living in, because his home had always been with Griffith.

Griffith rolled them over, grinding his hips down into Nic’s, their erections rubbing together.

“I’m disappointed I didn’t get to fuck you against every surface of your fancy new gym,” Griffith admitted.

“Old gym, now,” Nic grumbled.

Griffith pulled back to stare down at him. “Good. Because that just means I can help with the new one.”

Nic pulled him in for a clumsy kiss with a strong hand on the back of his neck.

“Against every fuckin’ wall,” Griffith said, breaking the kiss and moving lower to his torso. He nipped and bit and kissed his way down Nic’s body. “On every stupid machine we can find.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s unsanitary,” Nic breathed.

“I don’t fucking care,” Grif said, voice as sharp as the teeth against his skin. “You’re mine, and I want to prove it.”

Nic would have answered, but the moan that ripped from his throat as Griffith took his cock in his mouth made him forget what he was going to say.

“Fuck,” Nic hissed.

Griffith’s head bobbed as he swallowed down Nic’s cock again and again, making shivers of pleasure break out across his skin in waves. The alpha paused at the tip, lapping at the beads of precum that welled, tightening his hand around him before taking him even deeper.

“Quit going so fast,” Nic panted. “You’re gonna make me come.”

“Isn’t that the point?” Griffith asked with a smirk. His lips were reddened and shiny from his efforts.

“I want you inside me first,” Nic told him.

There a pause—a breath—before Griffith dove for the nightstand.

Nic broke out into chuckles as the alpha fumbled with the drawer handle. “There better be—thank god,” he said, dropping the bottle to the mattress as Nic moved.

He flipped over onto his knees, lowering his shoulders to the bed. “Well? Get on with it,” he teased.

“I can’t stand you,” Griffith lied.

“It’s a good thing you’re sitting then,” Nic drawled in response.

The alpha huffed a laugh, a soft one, but the smack that landed against his ass was anything but, and he jolted. “Hey!” he complained, lifting his head back up.

“Nuh-uh,” Grif said, pressing his shoulder back to the mattress. “Stay.”

“Why?” Nic grumbled. His ass still stung. Fucker.

He felt the hot press of Grif’s body atop his as the alpha leaned down. Hot breath poured over the back of Nic’s neck, more chills erupting down his back. “You can safe word when you decide you’re not responsible for my actions.”

Nic froze, cheeks heating at the command. “What do you mean—ow!”

Another smack stung his left cheek, and Nic huffed out a breath. The sound was more dramatic than the actual impact, and once Nic was over the shock of the sound, he realized it didn’t hurt that much.

“Don’t act like it’s the first time you’ve felt my hand on your ass,” Griffith drawled.