fuck. That thing’s a monster.”
And Victor didn’t seem scared of it at all. He looked willing and able to tame the beast.
One boot landed on the floor with a thud before Victor pushed up onto his knees and reached for Riggs’s cock.
Riggs stepped back and tried not to laugh. “Nope. Not until you do what you’re told.”
Victor growled at him. “I’m going to make you pay for this. I’m the bossy one around here.”
“Are you, though? Or are you going to be so thankful I made sure you got me naked before we started?”
Victor growled again but got to work on the other boot. It hit the wall with a thud and left a mark on the once pristine drywall. “Dammit. Now look what you made me do.”
Riggs laughed again as Victor tugged down his pants.
“I didn’t tell you to throw it.”
Victor huffed and guided Riggs’s foot out of the denim. Riggs kicked the other leg out to the side, freeing himself from the last of his clothing.
“You irritated me. Same thing.”
“I hated this boring paint color anyway. We’ll fix it.”
“But not now,” Victor said as he once again reached for Riggs’s cock. “Not right now.”
The last was said with a groan as Victor closed his mouth around the tip of Riggs’s cock. He’d been dreaming of those perfect lips stretched around him all day. He ran his fingers through Victor’s hair, being sure to remove the stray noodle still clinging to the strands. Of course, his motion wasn’t lost on Victor, who looked up at him before pulling off with a scowl.
“Did you just—”
“Why don’t you bend over that counter for me like you promised?”
Riggs wasn’t completely insane. It was better to cut Victor’s spaghetti-induced rant short than risk more wrath.
Victor scowled, clearly not falling for his distraction completely. But he did push to his feet and lean into Riggs once more. “I’ve never been totally turned-on and horribly annoyed at the same time.”
Riggs spun Victor around and stood at his back once more. “Glad I can provide a new experience for you.”
It earned him another of Victor’s looks, but Riggs couldn’t help it. He was completely enamored of Victor’s cranky side and wanted nothing more than to fuck him out of his funk.
Riggs lowered his mouth to the side of Victor’s neck and began nibbling on his favorite spot. He also reached for Victor’s thigh and guided his right leg up onto the counter. Victor leaned forward a bit, and Riggs moved with him, keeping them tucked together and touching in every spot he could manage.
“Fuck.”
“Soon,” Riggs promised.
He reached for the oil again and slicked up his fingers before returning his attention to Victor’s hole. He added one finger quickly, thrusting deep and earning himself a pleasure-filled gasp for his trouble. “That’s it,” Riggs rumbled. “Let me get you ready. Think you can take another one already? Your hole is aching for me, isn’t it?”
Victor didn’t answer, but he did hike his leg up farther onto the counter, spreading himself wider. “Do it.”
Riggs met his gaze in the mirror and grinned. “Yessir.”
He speared another finger in, just past the rim. Victor hissed and closed his eyes as his hole stretched to accommodate the width of Riggs’s fingers. “That’s only two, my bird. I’m a lot bigger than that. You gonna be able to take me?”
“Fuck,” Victor groaned. “I don’t know.”
Riggs slipped his fingers free and added more oil. “You can. You were built for this, for me, weren’t you? Pretty little hole is going to hurt tomorrow, though. You’ll feel me all day. I bet you’ll want more even then, won’t you?”
Riggs slid his fingers around the rim of Victor’s entrance once more. His bird gasped at each touch, his body clenching and releasing, trying to suck Riggs’s fingers into him. He continued to tease, though, until Victor opened his eyes and glared with the sharpness of the griffin inside him.
The moment their eyes met, Riggs speared his fingers into Victor again. Their gazes locked as Victor’s mouth fell open and he sucked in a breath at the depth of the intrusion. His arms shook and he started to fall forward, but Riggs caught him with a quick arm around his waist.
“Look at me,” Riggs demanded.
He pushed deeper still, holding Victor against him as he stretched him open.
“So fucking tight,” Riggs said as he stroked slowly but surely, each pass of the slick oil making his fingers glide more easily. “I want in there real bad, Victor. I