Page 91 of How Not to Date a Griffin

“Oh, I missed these,” Nolan sighed, reaching over his shoulder to brush at one of the feathers within reach. Then he gazed out at the area behind Reid, eyes widening. “Oh, is this the little courtyard you’ve been talking about? It certainly has potential.”

The whole time he talked, his fingers stroked over one of Reid’s feathers.

It sent chills over him. “Where’s your place?”

Nolan called out the address, and Reid tried to picture it in his mind. He knew the area and could probably get them there.

“We’re gonna flatten Banana Shark again,” Reid warned, and placed the plush between their bodies before pulling Nolan in against him.

Nolan sighed and curled his arms around Reid, then buried his face in Reid’s neck. As his warm breath tickled his skin, Reid chased off a shiver.

“Alright,” he said weakly. “Hold on tight.”

His wings pumped, disturbing some of the leaves and debris still littering the courtyard, his stomach swooping as their feet left the ground. It never went away for Reid, the excitement of flying, but usually it was nothing more than a little flip of the stomach right in the beginning. He hardly noticed it anymore.

Funny that he was noticing it now, with Nolan.

The flight was quick and easy, and landed them smack in the middle of the city.

Nolan pointed the building out to him, and Reid carefully lowered them to the ground. There was no doorman to greet them, so once Nolan caught his bearings with a “wow, forgot how high up you usually go” and a nervous laugh, he led them both through the lobby and into the elevators, Banana Shark still clutched in his hand.

I love him.

Reid followed Nolan in and slammed his palm against the shiny wall on the opposite side of Nolan’s head. His eyes went wide, and an honest-to-god whimper fell off his lips.

Reid grinned, joy fizzing inside him like a shaken soda. “I love the sounds you make,” he said, voice little more than a rumble.

Nolan melted against him, hands gripping hard at his hips, pulling him in, grinding together.

“Your hair’s longer,” Nolan groaned, sliding a hand up his chest and around the back of his neck to undo the ponytail, the twist falling to the elevator floor as it jerked into motion. “Oh, god, this isn’t fair. Look at you.”

Reid lifted his gaze from the thumping pulse in Nolan’s neck to his blown, blue eyes, half his vision obscured by the blond tendrils hanging down past his chin.

Nolan’s lips parted and he gathered the hair back, fingers tangling in a messy, tight hold.

“I can’t wait to hold all this back from your face when I fuck your throat later.”

Reid groaned, need barreling over him no gentler than that damn pixelated car over the frog. Nolan tugged him closer, pressing his head into the dip of his shoulder to muffle Reid’s stuttered groan.

“Fuck,” he groaned as Nolan continued to rut against him.

Reid closed his teeth around Nolan’s shoulder and bit down, grinning as he felt Nolan shudder against him.

That’s what you get, he thought smugly.

Reid dropped a hand from the wall to tip Nolan’s face up, then brushed their lips together, feather-soft, before Nolan opened beneath him. Reid licked into his mouth, their tongues twining as the elevator came to a stop.

They parted for a breath, and then stepped away when the doors separated. With pride, Reid watched Nolan’s fingertips dig into the plushie.

“Floor seventeen,” he breathed, holding out a hand for Nolan to continue past him. “You do that on purpose?”

“Just a happy coincidence,” Nolan said, digging his keys from his pocket and leading the way. They walked all the way to the end of the hall before he finally unlocked the very last apartment.

Nice.

One less wall of neighbors for them to possibly disturb.

His eyes widened as he stepped into the space, taking it in. Nolan was watching him with an eager expression.