gigadevilbreaker | Imeeji

[he wanted him. but he loved the look that was on his face, watching him fight against all of the teasing and finger fucking. seeing him look a wreck.

even feeling the heat generated between them, as much of a reminder of what he wasn't letting himself have yet, it was comforting.

he adds a second finger in, and then increases the pace, rubbing furiously against that spot, testing what griffin's breaking point was.]

Don't think about the overkill.

D-don't tell me what to do...

[Sputtered out, without even an attempt at spite behind it - performative resistance, as Griffin struggled to keep the aching fire in him contained.

It doesn't take much more at that frantic pace before his cock is oozing again, on the verge of bursting. But this time he doesn't whine - he was ordered not to - and his gasps are choking gulps of air.]

How's it feel?

[if he adds his hand to his cock his balance strong enough to still lean over him, close.

there's a certain fondness in his eyes-- their character different from outside]

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.

[there's that flash of confusion-- but duller. more distant. not nearly enough to get past the fondness in his eyes, not enough to get him to stop, or lean away.

truthfully, he wants him too, his body is aching for him. and it's hard to not give up into that request.

instead, he teases.]

Wow. Most people say they feel good or "go faster."

[That makes him laugh, pushing the tears out the corner of his eyes. The idea that Griffin was 'most people'.

He was a demon, and he yearned.]

More. Give me everything you have.

[one day, he's gonna tell him he's more human than he thinks.

He jerks him hard, still leaning close.]

I dunno. Might be "overkill" like this.

[I mean Jason's not wrong

He gasps again, rocked by the rough jerk of his cock. So close, he was so close...

And Jason was still teasing him. God, this fucking asshole-- was he trying to make him beg?]

Jason...

Hm?

[Just say it. The tone in that simple sound is deceptively innocent. As though he has no clue what Griffin might want, what he might be pleading for.

He knows what he’s doing. But he makes no move to change.]

[YOU BITCH

Groaning, his eyes burn gold and he growls - ineffectually, too helpless and coloured by desire to be threatening]

You're really gonna make me say it...? You prick...

Basically.

[he's at least honest with the answer, as he leans in closer, taunting him with the closeness.

and maybe-- drinking it in a little. giving himself a little treat.]

[You're lucky he likes you so much

Well since Jason's being so such a shithead about it - pushed into the corner, Griffin's voice takes on a taunting tone, taking refuge in cocky sarcasm even when it felt like his head (and his balls) were going to burst.]

Please oh please, Jason. Please fuck m-my brains out.

[there's a bit of a laugh, and his hands move away from his ass and his cock. He needs to prep his own cock, but...

how could he resist that request? Especially when it was killing him to not be closer to him. he wanted him to feel good, but also, he wanted him so badly.]

Was that so hard?

[he asks once he pulls back closer to him, adjusting his hips, his cock pressing at Griffin's ass.]

[It gives way to Jason's head with little resistance, now that it'd been loosened by his fingers. Even still, the pressure of his finger play paled in comparison to the thickness of his cock.

Griffin's smartass facade completely crumbles into shivering gasps as he's stretched over him. Gold surges in his eyes and he has to dig his nails into his palms]

H-harder...

Did I get you too riled up?

[this is going so much smoother than last time, at least-- and there's a certain fondness in his voice as he admires griffin underneath him. And how quickly even that perfunctory smartass facade drops.

he kind of liked seeing him a mess like this, and that just made him want him more.

and then he forces his way all the way inside of him]

Your wish is my command.

[he says with gentle, breathy teasing.

and he starts thrusting his hips in and out of him, hard, desperate]

[The force of his cock thrusting into him fully pushes the last of Griffin to climax, again, and sprays it across their bellies - he cries out, but the sound is stuck in his throat as the lights in his eyes blind him to all else.

It takes a second for the orgasm to recede before Griffin even registers that he's still being fucked - and that he still needs it like a starving man, even after this much. Exhaustion was breaking him down, but even that only made the pleasure sharper as it flooded his body, violent and primal. He wraps his legs around Jason, just-- to hold onto something as his body was being torn apart.

He had no barriers up to hold back his cries anymore. They only grew more desperate, more animal as his hair started to grow.]

[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.]

Edited 2020-02-17 20:54 (UTC)

[Well he definitely wasn't fucking a human. But the demon side of Griffin loved him just as much - he tightens the grip from his legs and uses it to rock his hips into Jason's, pushing him in deeper, harder, more, more.

He's too far gone for words, but Griffin gives a pitched moan when he hears-- he missed this too. He didn't want this to end.]

[his breath goes pretty quickly as he slams into Griffin, egged on by his cries and by his legs tightening around him. sweat drips down his arms, off the lines of his face, onto Griffin below him.

He wants to kiss him. but he stops himself, instead lowering his face close to his neck, breathing in his scent and the way his body reacts, and all of the sounds and helpless cries he's making.

he missed this, so much]

[Griffin fights against his restraints again, with Jason so close - wanting to cling into him so badly it hurt. He wanted to kiss him, wanted to reach out, but he was utterly drained. There was no part of him that didn't ache from the relentless pleasure. He could only smother his face into Jason's chest, whimpering as his body and soul were driven to the limit of what he could contain.

A trickle of tears mingling with sweat dripped down his face. He didn't even realize he was drooling. But there were words coming out in a barely audible chokes, between moans.]

Ja... son...

Edited 2020-02-17 22:46 (UTC)

[he glances at him, takes in the sight of his complete lack of composure. his sounds, and how tight and warm he felt around him, and he groans.]

Almost.

[he has to catch his breath, as he focuses on hard, deliberate thrusts.]

Almost... there.

[don't die on him.

though he was going to remember this sight forever.]

M-mmgh...

[Drowning, Griffin had little choice but to cling as hard as he could and ride the crest of this ever growing wave. He'd stopped struggling, if only because he couldn't feel his arms anymore, but his palms were bleeding from his own nails.

It felt like whatever skin-thin membrane between him and Jason had long dissolved, and they were both just this: heat and pleasure and pain and raw need for each other.]

[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.]

[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.

Help]

[Jason's going to move-- somewhat quickly... to undo the trying. Let Griffin free from his bonds, while also pulling out of him.

he should have... maybe brought a towel or something, for both of them, because they're both sticky and wet.

he's falling to his side, now.]

Re: 202

Re: 202

Re: 202

Re: 202

Re: 202

Re: 202

Re: 202

Re: 202

Re: 202

Re: 202

Re: 202

Re: 202

Re: 202

Re: 202

Re: 202

Re: 202

Re: 202

Re: 202

Re: 202

Re: 202

Re: 202

Re: 202

Re: 202

Re: 202

Re: 202