It's--

[The words catch in his throat. He can't think of any that came close to what this felt like, not really.

Griffin catches Jason's eyes and-- something wells up on his chest, until it's hard to breathe and his eyes water. He tries to blink it back, but the wellspring of gratitude and amazement and pride and devotion and love wouldn't leave him.

In a whisper that was more confessional than it was seductive,]

I-I want more. More of you, Jason.

You... fucking amazing asshole.