Page 57 of How Not to Date a Griffin

“I’ve been thinking about this all day. About you,” Nolan admitted.

An amused hum rumbled from his throat. “Is this a kink? You got a thing for feathers?”

Nolan rolled his eyes, hands firmly pulling at his shoulder to roll him over. “I’ve got a thing for you,” he retorted, and Reid noted the blush coloring his cheeks, his own lips curling triumphantly.

Reid was helpless but to kiss him about it. “Do your worst,” he murmured against his lips before slotting their mouths together. Nolan melted against him, shucking his boxers before sprawling over his lap, and Reid shuffled back on the bed, making room for him.

Reid reversed their positions, pushing Nolan back into the generous stack of pillows angled against the headboard. Reid fell across his lap, straddling a thigh and groaning at the friction.

Nolan’s hands wrapped around his hips and pulled him in against his stomach, cock aching and trapped between their bodies. His mouth latched onto Reid’s throat and he tilted his head back, swaying into Nolan like an air current threatened to carry Reid right off.

He found purchase along the top of the headboard, fingers clutching over the wood.

They shifted, and matching groans spilled from their lips as their cocks slid together, slick and hot.

Nolan skated his mouth up Reid’s throat, lips catching along the coarse hairs until their mouths collided, breaths harsh and panting across their cheeks.

Nolan’s hands slid along his sides, his back, slipping up around his shoulder blades, and hanging onto the sensitive arch of his wings, fingers winding through the feathers. His touch was desperate and demanding, where only moments ago he had been so gentle.

The dichotomy made Reid’s head spin.

Reid groaned, his head tipping back and hips grinding against Nolan’s stomach, the hard line of his cock.

Nolan hiked his knee up, heel pushing into the bed, slipping along the sheet and jarring against Reid. It forced a moan out of his throat, and he barely choked it back at the last second to muffle the sound.

“That’s it,” Nolan breathed, reverent and low and just for him. “That feel good?”

Reid nodded, and Nolan’s right hand melted down his side and over his left thigh, then yanked his leg up until his knee sank into the pillow by Nolan’s hip, dragging him down harder over Nolan’s thigh.

“Fuck,” Reid whined, head dropping to rest his cheek against Nolan’s temple. His tail circled Nolan’s wrist, holding him there until his fingers dug into his thigh.

“Don’t make me go to the conference with marks,” Reid managed to say, as Nolan’s lips trailed up and down his throat.

He felt Nolan’s lips pull into a filthy grin as they dragged across his skin, over to his shoulder, and he let out a petulant groan. “Right here?”

“Ye—ah!” Reid didn’t even finish answering before Nolan struck, lips and teeth sucking and biting at his skin.

The rhythm he’d been grinding fell apart, hips jolting as he stilled, balanced on a thin precipice, frozen with the indecision to grind against Nolan’s stomach or lift up into his mouth.

Nolan’s other hand still gripped at his wing, and pulled in tandem with the one on his thigh to direct him into a new rhythm.

“Is this how you wanna come?”

Reid couldn’t tell up from down, yet Nolan expected him to make a decision like that? As pleasure raced up and down his spine and settled low in his gut and made his cock throb as they slid together in the mess of their own making?

“Uh—” Reid slammed his eyes closed, tried to focus past the god please more fuck yes right there.

His cock swelled with the cresting ecstasy, and his hips came to a dead stop, lifting up a bit to get away from the addicting pressure. He knew exactly what he wanted.

“Wanna come inside you,” Reid panted, and Nolan hummed and nibbled at his shoulder. “If that’s what—”

“Yes, yes, I really fucking want that,” Nolan breathed, words skipping across his skin in the wake of chills.

It took everything in Reid to pull back, the air cold as it slipped between their bodies compared to the heat of their skin.

Nolan stretched beneath him, sinking deeper into the pillows as he leaned over to paw at the nightstand. “Look, I’m prepared this time,” Nolan teased, the box of condoms they wouldn’t be putting to use thumping against the lip of furniture. He reached back in and returned with a small bottle of lube.

“And I’m very awake,” Reid murmured, sliding down his body. Their fingers collided as he stole the bottle of lube from Nolan and dropped it by his hip, only for it to roll into the dip his knee created in the mattress.