gigadevilbreaker | Imeeji

Not even remotely.

[He drags Jason's face in close for a kiss, hungrier this time - pulling him down with him onto the bed. His legs still betrayed an insecurity in the way they were turned inward, shy - but his cock was definitely twitching with want.]

[this definitely still didn’t feel like them, and it was hard for Jason to place his finger on why. Until that kiss, and it clicks into place. Whatever he thinks about his ability to be some sort of soft, comforting presence (which he would be the first to say he was bad at), it wasn’t exactly what they wanted from each other.

And so he leans into that kiss, upping his aggression, biting his lip to remind him that he was leading.

His hand stops with the soft touches, jerking him roughly.]

Hey.

[The hard jerk makes him gasp, just as the teeth on his lip made him moan in the back of his throat. He liked the soft, Jason - but this felt so much more familiar.

His eyes flutter closed for a moment, and his hands on Jason's face soften into a caress of submission. Consider him duly reprimanded, then. If Jason felt confident enough to lead, even back to old grounds, then he'd follow.

Dark blue eyes open to meet ice blue, a flicker of a challenge back in them.]

Go on.

Edited 2020-02-13 18:22 (UTC)

You owe me.

[what he owes him, he’s not being clear on yet. But his free hand grasps Griffin’s, punning it to the bed]

Oh?

[Said with taunting innocence - as though he didn't know what the pinning of his hand was implying. He wanted to hear Jason say it. His heart was already racing.]

Jog my memory.

Don’t bullshit me.

[a simple reply. But he kind of wanted to drag it out of him.]

I endured getting tied up for you. Think it’s time you pay it forward.

[said as though it hadn’t been promised. And as though it didn’t bother him. But already, he felt more confidence in this positioning, with his hand jerking him off on one side and pinning him on the other.

This was ultimately something they both craved and could give each other.]

[A surge of heat flared up in him, and his breathing hitched-- he squirmed, reactively, under Jason's rough hand. Even still, the corners of his mouth prick upward in anticipation.

He wasn't resisting. There was only trust in his eyes, even as he dared,]

Make me, then.

[he smirks. And his hand drops from his dick, and reaches out to grab the shirt griffin tossed away earlier. He jerks his hand back and then pins it, his other hand reaching to grab the last free hand.]

Okay.

[he then wraps his shirt around both wrists, quickly starting to tie his wrists together.]

Don’t get too excited.

[Griffin's breaths are sharp, instinctively defiant as his wrists are bound, and he doesn't break his gaze from Jason the entire time - even as gold thrums in the colour of his eyes in growing intensity.]

And why's that?

[he looks him dead in the eyes as he finishes the tying, more effectively than he had any right to be.

And he just smiles lazily, his eyes flash from their icy blue to a notable red.

And suddenly, that arousal Griffin was already feeling? It’s like Jason turned the dial from a 5 to an 11, and left it there.]

You want me to answer that seriously?

[and then he pulls back, going to grab his pants, pulling out the belt from their loops.]

[Sorry. Griffin couldn't hear anything Jason just said. Instead it felt like a pit had opened up beneath him and he was falling, so fast and hard that his skin was on fire, burning up in orbit, with stars exploding in his eyes.

His erection was so hard, it hurt. Without even realizing how loud his cries were, his chest was heaving with desperate, pitched gasps, dying for relief that only Jason could give him. He couldn't even hide the fact that he was struggling to break free, and he tries to get up, to get his legs around him, to kiss him, anything. PLEASE.]

[the belt was insurance-- and afforded him an opportunity to really observe griffin. he knew this was cheating, but also... he knew how good it felt. so he can only feel mildly like a hypocrite. and as he observes the ways Griffin's body shifts and twists, he knows what he needs to do.

It's without even thinking about it, without considering what the effect this would have on himself that his eyes flash red again, and he pulls himself back to Griffin, his lips connecting with his, greedy, hungry, seeking out that taste of him.

his hands push his legs apart.

there will be no locking around him. not yet.]

[The kiss muffles the moan in his throat, but it's not enough - he's arching his body into Jason's for more, pressing skin into skin, his lips hungrily devouring without restraint.

Every touch gets a soft whimper as he longs for more. His legs open eagerly, as wide as they can go for him, anything he wants. Is it his ass? He'll even angle his hips for you to get inside him, god.]

[he pulls away from his lips, allowing for some separation between the two of them, but definitely not much. because being separate from him was-- way more uncomfortable than he thought it'd be a moment or two ago.

but it's only for a moment, as he leans back, and then-- places his mouth over his cock, his tongue swirling around the skin-- and then he sucks him in.

how was that, for skin on skin.]

[Griffin jerks after him when he pulls away, only held back by the restraints. Fuck. It was so much worse like this, when he wanted Jason so badly, to touch him back, to hold him, and he was so helpless. The yearning was enough to make him light-headed.

But Jason's mouth plummets him back down to earth with a heavy groan.]

O-oh fuck, Jason. FUCK...

[He buries his face against shoulder, unable to do more than gasp in the throes of heat. It took all his self control not to try and face fuck him to get his release. There was no way he could last, not like this.]

[that was the kind of reaction that was music to his ears. there's a distant feeling of nervousness, overwhelmed by how much her wanted to make Griffin scream his name. in that way that he always did, that made it feel special.

he even 'hmm's lightly, letting the vibration in his throat carry as much as he possibly could.

enough to make sure Griffin felt it.]

[Oh yeah. He felt everything. It was impossible not to, when every nerve in his skin felt electrified like this.

This was torture. Revenge? Either way, there were no words for how badly he wanted Jason to just hurry up and blow him to high heaven, instead of just playing with his mouth. He clenches his teeth and hisses, trying to stamp down on his whimpers of lust,]

Stop fucking around with t-the goddamn foreplay...

Edited 2020-02-14 11:57 (UTC)

[no.

kind of hard to smirk with a dick in your mouth, but hey, he's got free hands, that can massage his balls.

or tease at his asshole.

drawing out every little sound he could.]

aAAH--!

[Well clenching his teeth has already failed. A fullbody spasm runs through him with every stroke, every graze of his balls and taint and ass. The pipe Griffin's tied to clatters from the force of it.

His dick trembles, oozing with precum as Griffin gasps,] Jason, I'm-- a-ah...

[the taste is-- weird.

he'd be thinking about that a lot more if not for the effect of the machai. instead, he trails his tongue over the tip, before dipping his head back down on him, and sucking again.

he had no intention of stopping, even with the warning.]

W-wait, you know I--

[The warning dies in his throat as Jason sucks the last of his resistance out - his head rolls back and he gasps, vision blinded by climax. With a buck of his hips, his cock unloads into Jason's mouth, and he collapses.

His body shudders and... normally this is where the fire dies down, but. But it hasn't.

Too turned on to feel alarmed at this, Griffin can only roll his head to the side, dazed, and moan in yearning,]

W-what...?

[later, he's going to have a delayed reaction to that. but for now, the only reaction is to cough, and when he lifts his head fully, to wipe his mouth off with the back of his hand.

and then he's already back to work, leaning over griffin, probably closer than he necessarily needs to be, to reach into his nightstand to grab the lube.]

Round 2?

[He blinks, slowly. Even before the realization sinks in, he's unconsciously still drawn toward Jason's body - he was close but not close enough, not close enough to hold or taste--

Round 2... oh god. He almost has to laugh. Griffin's lashes flutter as he whines,]

That's such overkill.

That's the first time I've ever heard you whine about something being overkill.

[he says, leaning over him, balancing for the moment.

he just wants to be close to him]

[Despite himself, a deep, husky laugh escapes his chest. For all he talked a big game about wanting to shut Jason up, he loved that asshole's sass.

That was really the only downside of a blowjob, and he was sorely missing it.

Still painfully turned on, he cranes his neck as far as he could to brush his lips against Jason's jaw, instead of his mouth.]

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