Page 53 of How Not to Date a Griffin

A puff of air exploded from Reid on a gasp, and a little fissure of pride cracked Nolan’s chest apart. He made Reid feel so good the man could hardly keep quiet, and suddenly Nolan had to make him come. Needed that validation like he needed his next breath. Maybe that wasn’t the healthiest line of thinking, but that was the last thing on his mind with the weight of Reid on his tongue.

He slid his lips around Reid, taking more, curling his fingers around what he wasn’t brave enough to, and focused on his breathing as he built a rhythm. He curved his tongue around the underside, dragging it against the ridge on every withdrawal and thrust.

“Nolan,” Reid pleaded, nothing more than a whisper, and Nolan glanced up. “Oh god,” he breathed, and Nolan felt his cock swell against his tongue.

He pulled back until he could suck around the ridge, working his hand over the rest of him with ease, his own spit and Reid’s precum slicking his hand and lips and chin and god, it was so messy, and Nolan loved it.

Reid’s thigh flexed beneath the fingers Nolan dug into his skin, his hands tightened in his hair, and Nolan sucked with vigor, circling his tongue around the sensitive ridge and the head. Reid’s muttered litany devolved into barely-there murmurs, and the ones that reached his ears went like oh god, oh god and fuck, Nolan and so good, holy shit.

The praise went straight to his head, straight to his cock, and unbidden, his hips rolled, seeking any kind of pressure and unable to find any good enough.

Like Reid knew, he nudged his leg between Nolan’s thighs, and his gaze darted up again, finding a filthy smirk on Reid’s lips. The toe of his boot nudged at Nolan’s ass and when he rolled his hips forward again, he found blissful, decadent friction against the line of Reid’s shin.

“God, you’re so fucking hard,” Reid whispered, eyes sliding shut even as Nolan continued to stare up at him, his hand stroking Reid’s cock and his cheeks hollowing as he sucked at the head of him. “Just from my cock in your mouth—fuck.”

He swelled once again and Nolan mourned that it was against his hand instead of where he craved to feel him. He nudged his hips into Reid’s leg and groaned at the delicious pressure.

“Fuck,” Reid hissed through gritted teeth. “I’m—“

Reid pulsed against his tongue as he came, as he swelled and spilled, and Nolan squeezed his hand tightly around him, slowing his strokes. Above him, Reid choked back a moan and cursed, fingers twisting in his hair and holding him still as he slowly worked his hips away from the door, sliding along Nolan’s tongue as he swallowed.

“Oh god,” he finally said, hands falling away.

Reid pulled him up and Nolan stood on shaky legs and sore knees and gasped into the kiss, sharing the taste across Reid’s tongue as they fell against the door. Nolan planted his palms against the surface and leaned his whole weight into Reid’s chest.

“I can’t believe you just did that,” Reid murmured when they parted. “Did you come?”

Nolan had to collect his thoughts first. “And walk around all day like that? No.”

Reid’s grin was daring and dirty and hot. “D’you wanna?”

Before Nolan could answer, as if there was an answer except of course, god, please, Reid spun them around and dropped to his knees, made quick work of his zipper, and—

“Fuck,” Nolan gasped out as Reid’s fingers wrapped around his cock.

His hips jumped away from the door and Reid pushed him back gently, a hand around his hip as he—

Some odd noise got stuck in Nolan’s throat at the first touch of Reid’s tongue against him, and he dropped his head to watch as Reid sucked him in.

“Won’t take much.” He breathed the admission, struck with a sharp heat as Reid’s gaze flicked up to his.

And it was that look, paired with the sight of his cock sinking between Reid’s plush lips, his blond hair tangled in Nolan’s fingers, his smarting knees and the taste of Reid on his tongue, that sent him over the edge. In a closet at a convention, hoping no one opened the door.

“Reid,” he bit out in a muffled groan, body curling forward as he bowed under the pleasure. “Fuck.”

He was left with a warm glow, and Reid shot up from the ground to kiss Nolan again. Between the two of them, their hearts were pounding so loudly he wondered if the entire conference could hear them.

“Told you,” Nolan managed to say.

“That was so hot,” Reid returned. “God, what am I gonna do with you?”

Nolan sputtered. “Well, hopefully more of that. Later.”

Reid grinned, leaning in to nudge at his cheek with his lips before dragging them to his throat. “Definitely more of that.”

“Good. I want to take my time with you,” Nolan admitted. Reid choked on a breath, but Nolan talked over whatever reply he could’ve come up with. “Wanna feel you inside me.”

“Jesus,” Reid hissed, and laid his forehead across Nolan’s shoulder. “You realize how stupid this was?”