“Mates first,” Eduard replied. “Good boy,” Draco purred. He removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock, thrusting forward in one swift motion that drew another pleasure-filled cry from his griffin. He pounded him hard, not giving him a chance to recover from a thrust before another replaced it. He wanted Eduard to feel him for days, to know that he was loved and needed. No more of this sacrificial guilty conscience nonsense.
