Page 70 of How Not to Date a Griffin

The next press of his hips was more calculated, slightly quicker, and Reid breathed when he could, focused and sank into the moment like warm molasses.

Nolan grew braver, encouraged by the tug and pull of Reid’s hand on his hip, and finally, finally was sliding down Reid’s throat like he wanted. It was messy, spit and precum spilling down his chin, and he loved that it was Nolan making a mess of him.

He stroked his cock in time with Nolan’s thrusts, feeling the rhythm devolve as his moans and litany of words got all jumbled up.

“—don’t come yet, fuck, you feel—wait for me, be good and wait for me,” Nolan chanted.

Reid’s blood rushed in his ears. He curled his tongue so Nolan would glide over it with every thrust, and earned a resounding curse.

“So fucking perfect, god, Reid—” His rhythm skipped, and Reid’s cock throbbed and he squeezed around the base to halt his race toward the edge, but then—

Nolan’s hands tightened in his hair, and he moaned, hips stuttering. “Your mouth—I’m gonna come, Reid, come with me, please—“

He’d hardly circled his fingers back around his own swelling cock before he was coming, spilling over the tight squeeze of his hand to follow Nolan over the edge.

Reid gripped his thigh tighter, swallowed around him, and Nolan’s cock pulsed across his tongue as he came down his throat.

With a groan, Reid thumped his head against Nolan’s thigh, riding the waves.

Nolan pet his hair and Reid breathed and the pleasure eventually faded into a muted hum, a memory just out of the corner of his eye.

“Reid?” Nolan murmured.

When Reid pulled back to lift his head up, Nolan sank down to pull him to his feet. They collapsed in the desk chair, which squeaked alarmingly under their combined weight.

“I can hardly remember my own name,” Nolan said softly, offering him a tissue from the box on Reid’s desk.

Reid felt a little silly, gathered in his arms like this, but he laid his head on Nolan’s shoulder and breathed him in and forgot to care as he wiped his hand clean.

“It’s Nolan,” Reid offered helpfully, and then they were both chuckling.

Reid couldn’t help but kiss him, taste him, feel him. He felt lighter than he had all day, like he’d simply float off if Nolan didn’t keep hold of him. It was a pressure in his chest that he welcomed, but one that almost spilled up his throat and off his tongue in an admission far too early to breathe life into.

So he let Nolan taste it on his tongue, hopefully, and maybe without words he’d know just what Reid meant. And Reid thought maybe he did, because he cupped his cheek and stroked a thumb over his facial hair and he imagined it said the same things Reid was too scared to say to Nolan.

Ruin, indeed.

Nolan

The last thing Nolan wanted to do was move, but he didn’t want to risk the chair any longer.

“Show me your place. Come on,” Nolan said, urging Reid to sit up. “It’s time for bed.”

“But—”

“This will all still be here tomorrow. Lead the way, please.”

Maybe it was the polite please that made Reid give in, or maybe it was the idea of Nolan going with him. Either way, they made themselves decent again and after cleaning up the mess, Reid led Nolan out of the office and to the stairs at the end of the hall. With the keys he unlocked the door and motioned for Nolan to go ahead, then locked up behind them.

It was only a single flight of stairs, but Reid looked exhausted by the time he got to the top and shifted past Nolan to let them in.

Reid’s place was… open, like it had been one giant room and remodeled to fit a person.

The vibes matched his restaurant, though, all dark, warm colors and low lighting, the walls covered haphazardly in posters and art and photos to make it feel cozy.

As soon as the door was shut, Nolan pulled him into a hug.

“I’ll stay until you fall asleep, yeah?” Nolan asked softly.