[Griffin clenches his teeth, trying to keep himself from too early a release. He could tell it'd be in vain, considering how far he got from oral alone, but he had to draw it out.]

I-I should be saying that. I... I think I'm gonna--

[He grips Shrike's thigh tightly with his right and throws his head back, trying to fix his mind on anything other than how full his chest was with love, how good her body felt around him... even as the pressure building up in him was blinding. In the end, the bite of her nails pierces through his thoughts - with a gasp, Griffin goes stiff, right on the precipice...]

Shrike...