mind_blown | [imeeji continuations]

[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...?

[Jason's eyes on him - like the first time they fucked, and all the raw power of his domination - tilts him over the edge. The feeling of being seen and desired and owned, it all swells in his chest. His face breaks out in a helpless smile-- quickly interrupted by gasp of release as he comes in Jason's hand.

His goes slack, still savoring the satisfied grin on Jason's face. With all fondness, he mutters,]

...Cocky bastard.

[there’s a slight ‘hm’ that escapes from the back of his throat. He notices that fondness. Notices it, and tries to file it away for later.

As he pulls back,]

You know we could’ve just had sex, right? Then I would’ve been even worse.

[Give him a second to come back down to earth.

Oh. Jason's statement sinks in now, and Griffin flushes an even brighter red. Still, it's done - he pushes himself up and sighs,]

Some of us still have shit to do... 'Sides, you didn't wanna stay here tonight?

I don’t.

[he agrees, buttoning up his pants.]

But I would’ve.

[...He's quiet for a moment. But in an appreciative way this time.]

Oh.

Well... next time, then.

hey. You’ve got shit to do, still.

[he says with a light shrug, a smirk on his face.]

And it wasn’t bad.

[Griffin snorts a laugh as he buttons up, and goes in to plant a thank you peck on Jason's cheek.

Because the mint helped but that cigarette smell is still kinda there!!!]

See you tomorrow?

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