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[this was new-- another one of those gentle touches he'd thought he was long past being affected by. he focuses in on his breathing, to hide the shivers of pleasure that were tracing up his spine.

the problem was that this freed his mouth, and he could talk a lot, whenver he was allowed to.]

You trying to torture me?

[he's half teasing, half serious. he wants to know what griffin is thinking]

[He lets his teeth dig into the skin around his areola in response: maybe. Would a bite of pain help?

The dick in his hand wasn't lying nearly as well as Jay's mouth was. And he could feel that shiver... where else was Jay sensitive? If he traces a hand down his abdominal, or around his back, to squeeze his butt?]

I'm just getting started.

[it's the second time he tugs at his restraints, his eyes locking with griffin's. the bite of pain helped. Jason had always liked a little bit of pain mixed with pleasure, but his skin starts to flush, lightly, as he gets more turned on.

recognizes he can feel a lot more when he can't use his own hands, or fight back. he lifts a knee just slightly, spreads his legs a little more for easier access.]

So, the answer is "yes."

[That's better. Griffin smiles to himself at the deepening colour in Jay's skin. Pain wasn't instinctively his go-to, but Jay seemed intent on welcoming it.]

Any complaints?

[He tears the pants off Jay, since his legs are so damn eager, and not-too-gently runs his thumb up the underside of his cock, along the rim of the head and over the sensitive tip.

[he starts to answer-- and then he has to stop because he's distracted. he bites his lip and offers a slight glare at griffin. his breath hitches again, and he has to take a moment, like he's fighting for control over his own body. but it felt good.

Even if his touch wasn't gentle, it was just enough edge for him-- enough that this would be the moment he'd fight back, try to get Griffin to feel overwhelmed too. To feel in control. Control he didn't have, when he couldn't even return the favor of taking Griffin's pants off, or pull him in for a distracting kiss. but after that moment, he grins, blue eyes flashing in delight]

I'm touched you think I would keep my complaints to myself.

'Course you wouldn't.

[Cute. The challenge in Jay's eyes sparks his own hunger, so Griffin had to lean in and press him into the sheets with another aggressive kiss.

While he's here, he grabs the lube from the bedside. His other hand cups Jay's balls possessively, to let him know who held his life in his hands, and strokes Jay's taint with anticipation.]

[the kiss is fine, the kiss when he can't grab him, and when he's still massaging him that way? little distracting, and though he's still keeping control of his breath, he has to catch it more than he would like against his lips.

it's a great excuse to not have to talk back either, to just focus on the moment, and not his uncertainties, that he wasn't admitting to anyway.]

[Jay's still staunchly hanging on to his composure, but-- it feels like Griffin's managing to wear it down. With the girlfriends, they got so much out of foreplay, but maybe Jay wanted to get right to the point.

He flips the bottle of lube in his hands (because of course he does) as he rears back and slathers his fingers.]

I wanna make you moan for me.

[Applying his slick, wet fingers over Jay's sphincter, he rubs circles around the firmly clenched muscle - before easing his index in.]

[this is... not a sensation he was used to. and his skin gives away his reaction, flushed and thoroughly turned on, his cock hard as fuck, and somehow, he'd lost his breath. and without realizing, he tugs on the bindings again.

and slowly, that lazy smirk seems to have vanished from his face, even if he's not quite to where he can't mouth back, but his gaze is half lidded as he regards Griffin, and admits honestly,]

I will.

[Ugh. Griffin could feel his heart slam against his chest with that. He licks his lips and... and works his way in further, determined to be worthy of that.]

Can't wait.

[If there was one thing he was confident in, from his girlfriends, it was how to work his fingers. This-- was way tighter than he was used to, but the idea was the same, right? He remembered, there was that sweet spot somewhere here...

He searches for it, measuring Jay's reaction to each stroke.

[when he finds it, the reaction is instantaneous. he can't hold on to his composure completely. his hands grip against the sheets, and the muscles in his torso tighten, halfway rise, and his head turns towards the side, exposing the flushed skin of his neck.

he'd never felt that before, and the fact that that feeling existed wasn't surprising. but also, it was different enough, after having had so long of griffin wearing him down that it just felt more powerful than it should have.

his breath comes in quick puffs, refusing to stay calm, and under his control.]

Fuck.

[His grin turns wicked as he continues to stroke inside Jay. Good, that's exactly the reaction he wanted... It warranted a reward, didn't it? And Jay's cock was so in need of some relief, without his own hands to help it along.

Without prompting, Griffin leans down and takes Jay's head in his mouth. Pure impulse. Hot and wet, his tongue slides over the tip and around, lapping at it as he slides a second finger in at the same time.]

[well, fuck.

he doesn't know what he expected, but it wasn't that, and whatever control he has completely snaps at the same time. several things happen at once: his hands pull at the bindings, as he presses himself further into the bed. his legs draw up, and his toes curl in the sheets. the first sign of sweat starts to appear on his body.

and then a moan snaps from his mouth, his eyes closed tightly.

that control snaps, but he fights to get himself back under control, even as his body twitches and squirms in response to every stroke of his fingers, and every warm lap of his tongue. jay can't get his body to stop responding and he desperately wants to grab griffin, practically beg him to stop, and he strains against the binding, as griffin gets another moan from him, one that he didn't want to give so quickly]

[Every moan gets a pleased hum from Griffin, the throaty vibration thrumming around Jay's cock. He sucks on it between breaths, between strokes. Meanwhile, he plays at stroking the prostate - sometimes both fingers at once, or offset, letting two different tempos simulate him.

Absently, Griffin wonders if he could take Jay to climax before ever getting to penetrate him fully. It seems almost fun to find out. But all this moaning and squirming was making Griffin hard too - he longed to put it inside him.

He slowly peels his lips off Jay and rumbless,]

I think it's time for the main event.

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[and then Griffin stops, and it really hits Jason how hard he'd lost control. He feels a desperate need, and where a moment ago, he'd been wrestling with the instinct to not beg for him to stop, then he found he didn't want him to stop.

he's a wreck underneath him. the composure in his face gone, left with a slightly stunned expression, and then his eyes finally look back to Griffin. And he licks his lips, staring at him with desire, openly wanting him, held back and trapped by the wire. but his legs press close to Griffin, trying to pull him in.

he feels like he should say something, anything, to match the mood set by Griffin's comment. the main event. but his head feels a little fuzzy from the desire.]

No one's done this to me before.

[Griffin's eyes flutter with pride - for himself, FOR JAY - as he admits quietly,]

Now you know how you make me feel.

[...He pauses to just punctuate that with a soft kiss, a little flustered by how gorgeous Jay was. Griffin slips oit of his own pants and hefts Jay's hips up against his. His fingers come out to coat more lube over his own cock and...

Hand gripping tight on Jay's thighs to spread them, Griffin angles himself to penetrate. Slowly, savouring the tightness, he presses into Jay with a shudder of pleasure.]

H-hah...

[it was a whole different world, taking it, instead of giving it. it's at once, both too much and yet he wants more. but jason has always loved things tinged with pain. he hooks his legs around him, to make the angle easier. he's not straining the bindings just yet-- just watching griffin.

did he make it weird? did he say too much? the thoughts flirt across the top of his mind, but he's too busy watching Griffin.]

[Griffin meets his eyes, wishing he could impart exactly how much this meant to him with a look. How much Jay meant.

Unable to help but smile, he bites down on his lip as his full cock slides inside him. God, it felt so good, he loses himself for a moment - a hitch of breath - before starting to fuck him.

He meant to go slower to start, really, but having held back for this long to work Jay up had pent up his own urges more than he realized. With a grunt, he thrusts in hard - each one steady but aggressive.]

Fuck, y-you... make it feel so fucking good...

[-- yeah there was no time to adjust, and he hisses out. but the pain never really bothered him. but with the full force of Griffin's cock inside of him, he feels each thrust like a strike of lightning. what little composure he'd gotten back was fading quickly.]

Haah...

[his eyes close-- and he was reminded of how close Griffin had already gotten him to the edge. and his back arches against griffin, his squirming subsumed under the effects of Griffin's thrusting. he wanted more. his arms strain against the bindings, unconsciously wanting to wrap himself around griffin, but instead forced to focus on the feeling of him inside of him.

the breathless groans quickly give way to moans, and soft keenings of Griffin's name.]

[Spurred on by the sound of his name on Jay's lips - like the sweetest music, he coveted every heady syllable - Griffin plies him harder, growing in tempo.

Must be hard, not being able to reach out when his longing was so strong. Griffin clings into him instead, bringing a hand up to clasp Jay's face to steady him in the oncoming rush.

Panting over Jay's skin, he groans,]

Are you-- close--?

[--before peppering clumsy, distracted kisses over his face, his neck. Pushing him harder and harder.]

Yes.

[he answers quickly, breathlessly. his body feels wound so tight, it's taking everything to hold on, and then he just keeps going harder, keeps going mercilessly. his body is covered in sweat from the heat and friction between the two of them, and each touch sends a tiny shiver down his spine.

but he was definitely trapped by the bindings, still not sure how he felt about them.]

Fuck-- fuck.

[he's so close.]

[A little more. Inspiration strikes, and as he holds Jay in place tightly, Griffin hovers over his neck and bites down--

His teeth sink in, drawing blood as he continues to ram his cock through Jay. You're mine, completely mine, and every fibre of him felt it. He'll keep the pressure on, letting the blood trickle down his back until the sharp pain pushes Jay over.]

[his eyes go wide-- losing even the modicum of movement he had before, plus the sharp pain in his neck. there's a tight sound in the back of his throat as finally, finally he feels himself over the edge. he comes, and he tries to catch his breath, move his hand, anything.

he's not used to being the one to come early, and he instinctively wants to go into the afterglow, even as his cum is dripping between him and griffin.]

[Griffin's teeth let him go, and he laps the blood up as his hold softens into a proud embrace. Just let him squeeze out his own relief inside you - that was the satisfaction Jay deserved, for being so good.

His thrusts go short and fast as he bends over Jay, arcing his hips up even higher to take him in. Without a partner to hold back for, he finishes off as quickly as he can, drinking in the sight of Jay to push himself: breathless, sweating, sticky with cum and helpless for him, it was easy intoxication.

He steals one more kiss as he spills over, gushing into Jay's inner walls with a deep and throaty moan. If he had words, they'd be thanking him. As it is, he breathlessly pulls out.]

[give him-- a minute. because he wasn't sure what he expected exactly, but once he lost his cool that way? it felt like he had a lot higher to come down from-- on top of the bleeding on his neck, and the bruises he can already feel forming on his wrists and arms.

he enjoyed himself, but he feels weirdly unsettled, not sure what to make of all of it, of letting griffin have his way with him, of getting tied up, or of, well, completely losing it. having no control over his body or its reactions to anything griffin was doing.

his breath slowly calms down, and he slowly gets himself back in check.]

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