Page 44 of How Not to Date a Griffin

“Good,” Nolan simply replied.

His hand joined Reid’s between their bodies, framing the hand Reid had wrapped around them, fingers twining around their cocks. He tightened his grip, and Reid gasped at the pressure, hips knocking forward into the touch.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day. This. Every time I saw you,” Nolan confessed.

Knowing that Reid had been on Nolan’s mind as much as Nolan had crossed his was… a heady, brilliant thing.

Together they stroked down, fingers sliding over the bumps along Reid’s cock, so different from the smooth length of Nolan’s. Over the mushroom heads, bunching the foreskin of Reid’s, the ridge that was extra sensitive, pulling a moan from his throat that Nolan swallowed.

“It kind of… swells. You know. For…” He cleared his throat. “Breeding purposes.”

“What was that?” Nolan asked, leaning forward, eyes wide and blinking water away. “Breeding?”

“I know, like, with us, it defeats the purpose, but it just happens anyway. Just want you…” He sucked in a breath at Nolan’s grip. “To be prepared.”

Nolan grinned, then ducked in for another kiss and a tug at his lip before sliding his mouth along his jaw, down his neck to suck at his pulse.

“Prepared, huh? As if I don’t plan on branding you into my brain. I have to see this,” Nolan said, voice low and deep and dragging along his senses in the same drugging way his touch did. “You’ll let me see you, right?” Nolan asked, breath hot along his neck like the steam around them.

He dropped his head to Reid’s shoulder, releasing the hand in his hair, and Reid’s own head knocked into the tile behind him with a thump.

“You’ll come for me?” he asked again, and Reid wondered how the other man ever expected an answer when Reid was barely hanging on as it was. Every touch and breath and even each word seemed curated just to ruin him.

Reid had never wanted to be ruined before, but with Nolan it seemed like it was inevitable, and he welcomed it, especially with Nolan’s voice rasping like that, echoing off the tile. Pleasure slid down his spine, heavy and hot and electric.

Like Nolan could sense it, he clasped his hand tighter around them, concentrated his strokes, short and quick and tight around the heads, and Reid arched into him for more. Nolan slid a hand over his hip, pushing him back into the chilled tile with a smack, and Reid shuddered beneath him.

“Stay there,” Nolan said.

What the actual fuck? Reid wanted to whine, but he choked it back. Who was this? Because it wasn’t the endearing, dorky, nervous business guy he’d spent last night with.

This man was whispering little praises between them, god, you feel so fucking good and yes, yes, just like that, staring between their bodies as he stroked their cocks and made Reid lose his everloving mind. He blew out a hiss that ended on a moan, bouncing around the tiles with their panting breaths.

“Come on, Reid, come for me, let me see you.”

“Oh f-fuck,” Reid stuttered, pleasure barreling down on him and making his hips kick against the hand Nolan held him still with, abs tensing and releasing as ecstasy swelled beneath his skin and—

“Oh, look at you,” Nolan murmured, a strike of awe flickering in his voice.

The whimper Reid had been trying to swallow back finally slipped free, sliding into a moan as he came. His eyes fluttered shut as his cock kicked in Nolan’s grasp, and then Nolan’s lips were on his, grounding him, holding him here when otherwise he might float right off.

He felt Nolan’s breath stutter and his body tense before he groaned into the kiss, spilling over their hands.

Reid’s hand dropped, hanging limply by his side, and then in a burst of affection he wrenched the clean hand into Nolan’s hair to hold him there, their tongues twining lazily as the last aftershocks faded between them.

They panted as Reid let his head fall back into the tile, squinting against the mist from the shower head as he tried to come up with a word. Any words at all would do.

“What. Was that?”

“Was that okay?” Nolan asked.

Reid almost rolled his eyes. “‘Was that okay,’ he asks, after making me see stars,” he drawled instead, staring at Nolan.

Nolan cheeks flushed and then he blushes, all virgin-shy after… after that.

“I can’t believe you,” Reid whispered, pushing him under the spray and tasting him again.

After that it was lazy and easy and silly, as they washed each other again and Nolan got acquainted with the feathers on his shoulders and forearms, the soft fur on his thighs and legs.