[should he be concerned? That Griffin’s reaction was to grow more animal like? Maybe, but that concern is distant, consumed by the desire for him, in whatever form he came in. And his cries are like music to Jason’s ears.

Now that they’re so close, it doesn’t take long for a sheen of sweat to appear on Jason’s body, especially as he just focuses on holding as close as he can to Griffin, while still trying to fuck his brains out.]

Fuck... I missed this.

[missed him. Missed being close. A frank admission in a moment of ecstasy.]