mind_blown | [imeeji continuations]

[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?

Trying to take advantage of the "can't lie" effect...?

[he replies with a huff of a laugh]

Also, you ever hear of taking your jacket off inside?

[his coat is long, it's harder to up his teasing. though his face is growing slightly more flush]

[Griffin puffs, making no motion to remove his clothes! He's busy!!]

You're changing the subject. What, embarrassed?

[He definitely doesn't answer that question. asshole.]

Is it changing the subject to wanna know why you're asking something?

[Sensing Jason's hesitation, Griffin eases up with a look of concern]

I just want to know what you like... If I can help.

[He kisses the corner of Jason's mouth, soft but brief]

You don't have to tell me. But I won't be mad if it's not me.

[he could normally fudge the truth a little bit, though. make it cooler than it actually was.]

You think you don't make an appearance in my jerk off fantasies, same as Silk and Glacies? Griffin, c'mon.

[He pauses for a moment, and then pushes his jacket aside, sliding his hands underneath his shirt hemline, touching skin.]

Like I don't think about those faces you make when I'm fucking you-- or imagining you clinging to me.

[While Griffin didn't strictly need the reassurance, hearing it - and knowing it was Jason wanting to make him feel wanted - only motivated him more. He smiles warmly, shrugging off his coat the rest of the way and shifts over to straddle Jason's lap.]

Charmer.

[He kisses him deeply, appreciatively, pulling Jason in as he pumps his hand over his cock.]

[getting a little bit more difficult not react to that, evidenced by needing to take more breaths between the kiss. ]

I can be charming when I want.

[he's teasing him as his hands move gently up his skin, pushing his clothing upwards-- and then shifting down, caressing his ass and then down his thighs]

[Ugh, he is starting to get hard. The tingle of bloodflow and tightness in his pants was only getting stronger. Griffin grunts as he grinds his growing bulge against Jason's cock, rubbing the both of them against each other.]

Don't I feel special...

[the friction is-- weird. and he pulls back, just lightly,]

Feeling a little frustrated?

[his lips dip to the crook of his neck, tracing hot, wet kisses against his skin, sucking gently, and only occasionally blowing a gasp of cold air against his wet skin]

W-who, me?

[Phfft.

YES YOU SON OF A BITCH

He chokes back a gasp of stimulation, but the shiver that spreads across his skin couldn't be suppressed, nor the goosebumps. Such a dirty cheater. Fine, two could play at that game--

Griffin pulls back and shoots him a look of, you did this to yourself, jerk, before sliding off Jason and kneeling between his legs. He tugs that cock free and immediately dips his mouth over it, rolling his tongue against the head and sucking with a vengeance.

I mean, the only way to get better at oral was with practice, right]

[At least this time, he can move his hands. can immediately move to grip his hair, nothing holding him back. his fingers tie lightly into the white strands on Griffin's head, as he goes rigid for a moment with the onslaught combination of his tongue and the sucking.]

Jesus... T-That mad?

[he shivers, his cock twitching in his mouth]

[Griffin makes a stubborn grumbling sound between his mouthful, and very determinedly starts to pump Jason's cock into the rhythmic suction of his lungs.

His other hand had to very clumsily try and loosen his own pants, meanwhile, to massage the pressure from his own growing erection. But that was more of a distracted effort - it became easier to match tempos eventually.]

[his breath catches when he does that, his grip tightening in the short strands of his hair. his hand pulls and guides him, slowing him down just a hair, and eventually his other hand goes back to support himself.

a soft groan escapes his lips, pre-cum leaking into Griffin's mouth]

[Gentler, gentler... Griffin matches Jason's pace, following the signals his body would give him. He wanted it so much softer than he expected - adjusting to meet him there was a learning process of its own.

Griffin wasn't so confident that he was gunning for his gag reflex, but the pre-cum motivates him to try and work the shaft deeper into his mouth - as far as he could before it became too much. And moaning himself, letting the sound rumble against Jason's cock.]

[fuck

He can definitely feel his skin flushing, even if there’s less friction and heat this way. But the rumble of his voice, the slickness of his tongue, and the heat of his mouth get a reaction out of him, and he has to focus on his breath.

Or else he’s gonna lose control of it.

It takes only a little bit more and his hand flexes in Griffin’s hair involuntarily, and he warns,]

Griffin.

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