[The waves of pleasure churn over his head, wild, burying him until-- he feels the heat of Jason's cum release inside of him. His whole body seizes up on that crest, suspended, then falling...

His cock unloads one more time, dribbling down his already slick stomach, before the Machai finally fades. Griffin falls apart into a boneless puddle, drenched in nearly every bodily liquid, long hair sticking to his skin. Emptied out.

Behind the weak flutter of silver lashes, he tries to focus on Jason's face but... so lightheaded... dazed...... still falling. Need grounding. Back to earth.

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