mind_blown | [imeeji continuations]

[Well Griffin's gonna sit his ass down on the bed while Jason gets his water

'cause like. you don't got a couch in here or anything. so where else is he gonna sit. clearly. cinderblocks suck.]

[look, he's just gotta peel off his jacket now.

and it's on his list of things to get? if he has to spend time there, might as well make it a place he wants to spend time in.

but after all that, he finally comes back to Griffin, and he's gonna lean in and kiss him.

he had to know this was coming.]

I'm torn on if you were flirting on purpose or just being yourself.

[Yeah, this time he was prepared. Griffin leans into the kiss, relieved and eager now that he was fairly certain he couldn't make THIS weird. Right?

He has a snarky little smile when he parts,]

What, it can't be both?

Can't ever be too sure, you're still halfway a prude.

[he teases lightly, shifting so he can sit next to him, now.]

Rude.

And after you said I was sweet and good looking, too.

[Which, he was relatively sure, was NOT FLIRTING, so. How could anyone even tell.]

[he shrugs lightly.]

And somehow, you managed to make one of those really awkward.

[Innocently leans against him]

Maybe I just need to get acclimatized to 'embarrassingly-open-truths-Jason.'

You're digging.

[he is going to kiss him instead, how about those apples]

Maybe.

[But kiss was acceptable too. Jerk.

Griffin runs his thumb against Jason's jaw, his high cheekbones - the handsome angles of his face.]

[he can tell.

but that's fine. he leans against him, his hand going under his chin to tilt his head upwards]

[Jason would feel a shiver run through Griffin's body when he does that, his breath hitch as he caves to this gentle command.

He wants so badly to let Jason take over him. Without thinking better of it, he shifts to press his thigh against Jason's, where they sat, and runs his hand over it.]

[he can feel those gentle hints. and he gives the barest of pauses, before pressing forward, trying to keep on an even keel as he kisses him, mouth opening to him.

he doesn't shift his position just yet-- trying to be steady.

griffin deserved him being patient.]

[As he presses into the hot, wet cavern of Jason's mouth, Griffin's only growing more aware of how badly he wants to be his. His hands travels upwards, sliding down into the fold where his leg meets his hips.

But if Jason wasn't throwing him down-- he had a right, even if it was just a race - how could he give himself?

Breathless, between heavy kisses,]

Can I... jerk you off?

What?

[there's an edge of surprise there. and he pulls back a little bit more, breaking the kiss for the moment to get a good look at him, and to also catch his breath for a hot second]

[Griffin bites his lip, suddenly nervous. Not withdrawing, but - wanting so much to please him that his stare is imploring.]

Is that okay?

[He swallows, feeling the blood in his face burn the skin]

[he watches his expression shift, and part of him wonders...]

What happened to "can't we just make out and enjoy the company?"

[was it because they raced? even that type of competition, it didn't matter somehow. but as he tries to puzzle it out, his tone is halfway amused, a little bemused.]

[A light shrug? Instinct was instinct, and he wasn't a master of putting words to it. Griffin licks his lips, though partially to stall for time as he tries to think through a reason.]

Well, I'm s still enjoying the company.

[sometimes, he was transparent.

and Jason knows he doesn't necessarily need to hear more. it was just an impulse. one he follows with his own impulsive behavior, aggressively closing the distance between their mouths.

he pulls griffin closer to him, trying to eliminate that chaste distance.]

[Griffin moans eagerly into the kiss and saddles up closer, taking this as implicit permission and letting his fingers loosen Jason's pants.

He lets one hand slide in past the waistline to massage Jason's package as his lips act out the hunger in his soul.]

[there’s a small catch in his breath when Griffin places his hands on him. But he pushes back against the kiss, pressing his tongue against Griffin’s.

Inside of his mouth, exploring.

His hands slide down his backside.]

[His back archs against Jason's touch, and in return, he caresses the now burn-less skin on his neck, in rememberance.

Griffin's tongue tangles with his, welcoming him in as his hand finds a grip around his cock and - less than gentle, firmly tugs.]

[the reaction is a warning hiss—watch it. There’s toughness he likes and then, there’s too much.

And then he bites his lip, a follow-up warning. His hands trace along the small of Griffin’s back, teasing for a moment.]

[Fffine. Gentler. Griffin murmurs a hum of apology-- before it's interrupted by a needy gasp from Jason's fingers, soft, in the groove of his spine. Goddammit. Too much of that and he was going to get hard, too...

Slowly, he begins to work his hand up and down Jason's cock, coaxing it towards firmness.]

[this feels a little weird, but he'll allow it. his hands drift towards Griffin's ass, as his breath puffs lightly against his mouth. a reaction to his hand movements.

but that doesn't stop him from teasing.]

[Griffin furrows his brows in an attempt to look annoyed at the teasing, when he was so obviously enjoying it. Dammit. Jason's hand on his ass was making him burn a spectacular shade of red, too.

Well, since he was feeling so truthful... he continues to stroke him as he purrs in Jason's ear,]

So... what d'you usually jerk yourself off to?

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