Page 58 of How Not to Date a Griffin

“I sure as hell h-hope so,” Nolan retorted, breath catching on the words as Reid lowered between his thighs, making room for himself.

He skated his lips along Nolan’s soft thigh, nipping at the sensitive skin and reveling in the shakes and shivers of his reaction. He was so responsive, making little gasps and hums, his thighs tensing under Reid’s lips and fingers.

“I think I will actually die, if you don’t hurry up,” Nolan whined.

Reid hid his grin in the warmth of Nolan’s thigh, slid a hand to the back of it, and pushed his leg up and out to make room.

Nolan huffed, and Reid turned that bitchy little sound into a muffled moan by leaning up to take Nolan between his lips.

His hips arched off the bed, and Reid planted a hand over his hip to push him back down.

With deft fingers, he uncapped the small bottle of lube before slicking his fingers and, while Nolan was distracted by the feel of his mouth, slid them between his legs.

He jerked, a full-body jolt that made Reid pull away so he could smile and study Nolan’s features, pinched with pleasure as he stroked the pads of his fingers over his hole.

God, he was a marvel. Reid wanted to catalogue every sound, every whimper and moan and grumble of impatient breath.

Nolan’s breath exploded when Reid slid into the first knuckle, and he wondered if Nolan’s heart was racing like Reid’s was. It had to be, right? With each exhale skating past his lips so shakily like that?

Nolan rolled his hips down onto Reid’s hand, and he muffled the chuckle against his hip.

“You’re good,” Nolan said, cheeks and chest pinkening, cock hard and leaking against his stomach. The praise went straight to Reid’s head. “Keep going. Faster,” he added, with a snarky little tilt of his lips, hand sliding into Reid’s hair and tightening deliciously.

“Demanding,” Reid retorted, but gave in, eager to feel him, pressing deeper, letting Nolan get used to the welcome intrusion.

When Reid finally pulled back, he added more lube before forging in with two fingers.

“That’s—better,” Nolan gasped out. Reid’s gaze trailed from where he was working him open slowly, up the line of his body, to his flushed cock and pink-splattered chest. His eyes drifted closed, lips parted on his ragged breath.

Reid ground his hips into the bed, searching for any bit of pressure, of friction. He barely found it in the soft cushion of the mattress. To distract himself, he mouthed at Nolan’s thighs, pale skin stretching out before him in miles of softness.

Nolan tightened around his fingers, and Reid smirked before chomping down on the inside of his thigh.

“Fuck!” Nolan barked out, thigh twitching beneath his grip.

“You said as long as it wasn’t visible, right?”

He laughed out a pleased noise and nodded. “I did say that, didn’t I?”

Reid chuckled, sliding the curl of his lips up Nolan’s thigh to his hip before nipping the thin skin sharply, just to hear Nolan’s breath catch. He pressed deeper, scissoring his fingers, opening him up. Each sound urged him on, each tug of his hair, every time Nolan’s body tensed, arching into his touch and his lips. Searching, searching—Nolan jolted, a startled moan spilling from his lips.

There you are.

Reid absorbed all of it, let each passing second sink into his skin and settle, committing it to memory.

Reid was mouthing at the head of his leaking cock, three fingers stretching and twisting and thrusting, when Nolan finally broke.

His hand wrenched Reid’s head up, forcing him to meet his wide, wild gaze. “Stop torturing me,” he demanded, voice barely a rasp. “You’re very fucking good at this. Show me what else you’re good at.”

Reid’s cock twitched at the words, and then he was slipping his fingers free, palming Nolan’s hip and shuffling up between his legs.

Nolan reached between them to stroke Reid’s cock, and his breath punched out of him at the touch, the skip of pleasure up his spine. “I’ve been thinking about you inside me since the first night. How you’d feel,” he practically purred, voice low and velvety and warm, just like the way he stroked him.

“Me too,” Reid admitted, the words forced from his throat in a desperate admission. The front of his thighs bumped the back of Nolan’s.

“Why are we still wondering, then?” Nolan breathed, eyes dark with desire.

“I-I don’t, fuck–” Reid didn’t know how he was already this wrecked, and he wasn’t even inside Nolan yet. An error he planned to rectify.