[Jason was ever controlled, but he was starting to lose it, his rhythm getting a little more erratic as he felt a tight coil winding in the pit of his stomach. So close. so close.

his breath comes out in pants as his lips press lightly against the skin on griffin's neck, on the side of his face.

he gives a warning moan-- and then comes inside of him. hard. the climax of delaying himself from what he wanted so badly, and it's hard to not feel a little dizzied at the sight of griffin underneath him, around him. he doesn't even notice the blood on his palms.]