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[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.

[Griffin looks up to lock eyes with Jason, giving a curious hum to the tune of, are you close?

With that, he puts his focus into sucking the last of Jason's restraint out of him - stroking him deeply to pump the rest of his cum out.]

[of course he is. It’s the warning he wanted to give— he’s... assuming blow jobs aren’t exactly the kind of thing he hands out.

But that gets a catch in his breath, a small, half aborted groan, before he comes in his mouth. Going straight over that edge into release.]

[Griffin slides his mouth off his cock when he feels the cum squirt into the back of his throat, fighting the urge to choke a little. Mostly, the urge to gasp for air was stronger.

He sags against Jason's leg, head resting on his thigh and panting from the effort.]

Haah... haah...

[he's about to move past the afterglow, but Griffin's reaction is enough to get him to pause, to make sure his breath was collected again, even if his face was flushed from arousal. His hand's grip on Griffin's hair loosens, and he lightly drags his fingertips across his scalp for a moment.]

You still frustrated?

[asked calmly, after a moment or two of the repeated stroking]

[If he was asking if Griffin was still hard? Yeah, thanks Jason. But considering it felt like he won some kind of moral victory(?) his gaze was less huffy and accusatory now.]

And whose fault... is that...?

[he barks a laugh.]

You know I was doing that on purpose? You didn’t have to blow me.

[there’s a lazy bit of teasing in his voice]

I didn't hear you complaining...

[Let him just, close his eyes and jerk himself off to take care of this problem. HUFF.

Three guesses who he was thinking of as he presses his face against Jason's thigh.]

[he was serious about this, huh?

Jason reaches out to grab his shirt, pulling him back up.]

I wasn't gonna.

[let his hands help you out with this, as he pushes him back against the bed, a free hand sliding down his stomach, and taking his cock in hand.]

[Not expecting to be hefted up, Griffin makes a surprised yelp as he's pressed into the bed. Once Jason's hands are on him and he realizes what's going on, though, he hisses a slow breath through his teeth and rolls his head back.]

Y'know... fantasy doesn't hold up to the real thing.

[he takes his cues from how Griffin had treated him earlier, not quite as gentle, and his hand moving with a rough, steady rhythm. He lets his weight press against Griffin, ducking his head again to bite at the skin on his neck.]

You telling me you're thinking of me?

When I'm right here with you?

[Welp, sure inadvertently taught Jason how he jerks off. Smartypants nerd sure picked that up.

Griffin puffs, not nearly as controlled as Jason and openly groaning when teeth sink into his skin. Faintly embarrassed, he mutters,]

Didn't wanna ask...

Fuck.

[he half laughs against his skin, his hand adding more pressure, his thumb tracing the head for a moment and then back to the rough jerking..

he picked it up, and he smirks against him.]

Guess you just get a hand job then.

[Frick

Griffin gasps from the pressure - even the sound of Jason's laugh is intoxicating, and he writhes underneath him.

Running a hand through black hair, he breathes out his name like a prayer,]

Jason...

[how does he do that-- with his name? it always catches him a little off guard, when he'd never really thought about the difference between 'Jason' and 'Jay.' but he hears it from Griffin.

He'd considered teasing him some more, but he thinks better of it again, wanting to kiss him.

but also maybe not kiss-kiss after, well. the blow job. so he settles for savaging his neck, pulling close to him, drawing the lines of their bodies closer together]

[Each mark on his neck earns a sound from Griffin, from faint and breathy to low, rumbling groans. His skin was going to be raw from all this attention.

...The thought of that turned him on just as much as Jason's chest pressed against his. It was really making short work of what Griffin had already started.

As his head started to grow fuzzy, he nudges Jason head back up, murmuring,]

Look at me...?

[he pulls his head up, reasonably pleased that Griffin was going to have marks on his neck to explain the next day.

And it shows in his pleased grin.]

Hm...?

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