Page 59 of How Not to Date a Griffin

Reid shifted his tail over, slid it around Nolan’s wrist, and held it out of the way under Nolan’s heated gaze. Nolan gasped, and Reid waited until he had slicked his length before releasing him.

As if Nolan couldn’t wait, he dropped his hand back between them again, and Reid curled his hand around the base of his cock, fingers bumping against Nolan’s. Together, they notched him against Nolan’s hole, and Reid let out a shaky breath before pressing forward.

Nolan’s hand fell away, landing on his hip and squeezing, pulling him in, and in, and in.

Reid planted a hand alongside Nolan’s head, gaze tracing his features, watching them crumple. “Oh my god, you feel—you feel—fuck,” Nolan panted.

“Yeah?” Reid asked, barely coherent as Nolan dissolved into pleasure beneath him, squeezed around him.

“Move,” Nolan begged, and god, with that hitch in his voice, how could Reid resist?

He pulled his hips back, the drag of Nolan around him tight and perfect and—“Fuck,” he hissed, as only the head remained.

Reid thrust back in, faster this time, and watched Nolan’s head tilt into the pillows, throat working against the moan that spilled out. Nolan’s nails bit into his skin, and he hoped Nolan left marks on his hip, wanted to wear the evidence of their night for days to come.

Pleasure rattled up and down his spine, making him grit his teeth as he fucked in and in, fire raging in his gut as he pulled out and out.

Reid snapped in against him. With his tail, he dragged Nolan’s thigh up against his hip, tilted the angle, searching—Nolan tensed around him, stilling momentarily.

“There,” Nolan said, the word bursting from him. The hand around Reid’s hip tightened, nails digging, hopefully leaving half-moons in his skin. Nolan’s head turned, his mouth dragging along Reid’s wrist as he panted.

His pulse jumped. Could Nolan feel it against his lips?

Nolan arched into him, meeting him on each thrust, each drag and pull better than the one before.

“I’m not gonna last, fuck—” Nolan groaned. “Touch me.”

At first, Reid thought he meant wrapping his hand around him and stroking until he came. Instead, Nolan curled his fingers around his own thigh, taking over the job of Reid’s tail, and the implication made his breath explode on a huff.

“Jesus christ, you want—”

“God, yes,” Nolan whimpered, and heat speared him, striking in his gut and making his cock swell.

Nolan tensed, mouth dropping open as he felt it for the first time, eyes wide and locking on Reid as if he was lost, as if Reid was the only one who could tether him.

So he did, slipping his tail between their bodies and around his cock.

He was hard and slick and the shush of Reid’s fur over him was loud between them, but not as loud as Reid’s pounding pulse, their heaving breaths, the slap of their skin as he drove into Nolan.

Reid felt him tightening and squeezing, and watched his expression slip into ecstasy.

It scared him a little, how good this was, how close he felt to Nolan, how much he enjoyed watching him edge closer and closer. Being the one to put that look in his eyes.

“Don’t stop,” Nolan said, both hands wrapping around his waist and urging him to retain the rhythm. “Wanna feel you.”

“Nolan,” Reid said, voice breaking on his name.

Reid couldn’t be sure what exactly was Nolan’s last straw, whether it was the way his voice cracked over the pleasure; or the way his tail twisted on the upstroke; or maybe it was Reid’s cock swelling even more, the ridge growing more pronounced, tugging at his entrance on every withdrawal.

Whichever it was that sent him over, Nolan stilled beneath him for a split second, lips parting, before the waves of pleasure took him. He arched beneath Reid, body quivering around him, spilling between them.

Nolan’s leg shook, the one curled around his hip, and with a glance Reid confirmed his fingers were digging into the back of his thigh, leaving divots as the ecstasy rocked him.

Reid’s hand fisted the sheets beside Nolan’s head, hips still grinding as Nolan squeezed around him, his head tilted back and lips parted on a cry.

Reid silenced him, tasting the sound straight from the source, even though it was messy, their mouths bumping over each other before they met again.

When Reid pulled back, Nolan’s eyes were cloudy and half-lidded with residual pleasure, hand still holding on, but without the desperate drag of his nails. He stared up at Reid, expression intense and dark.