gigadevilbreaker | Imeeji

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.]

[He's. Too exhausted to even move his arms from where they were bound. His wrists are worn red, with streaks of blood from where his nails punctured his palm.

Both his legs fall from Jason's side and he just stays there, limply... heaving for breath.]

Hey.

[he nudges him lightly... and then maybe also lowers his arms just a bit.]

[Makes a wheezing noise of longing like, I want to hold you but I cannot move any part of my body right now]

[he wants to make a snarky comment, but he won't.]

You can chill here.

[he says simply, pulling the covers up to cover his shame, if he can't feel his body.

jay will just, settle in.

lightly run his hands through his hair.]

[Weakly, he rolls his head toward Jason as the fingers run through his hair. That gentle motion soothes him into slowly letting his eyes droop...

And then he was out like a light.]

[look, he'll do some basic clean up for the not!boyfriend.

and also properly clean himself up, once he realizes Griffin is Gone for awhile.

but that's it.]

[Very, very gone.

Ten hours gone.

It'll be the dead of night when Griffin stirs again, murmuring groggily as he rolls over to feel for someone beside him.]

[there's only a small light, so he can read.

he's in his pajamas, at least. so he could theoretically go to bed.

but they both know he doesn't sleep.]

I thought I killed you.

[As soon as he has a bearing on where Jason is, Griffin is curling up against him. No protest allowed.

Pouts a little, but his eyes are still closed. Sleepy.]

Overkill.

Sorry.

[he'll allow it, while Griffin wakes up.]

Nnno you're not. Jerk.

[Not that he actually sounds unhappy about it]

The Machai got me too, what can I say.

[That gets him to lift one heavy eyelid up to glance at him, questioningly]

You?

I machai'd myself, yeah.

[He laughs weakly, almost in disbelief, but fond. You crazy fucker. Griffin snuggles up closer, content.]

You're nuts.

Probably a little?

I think you emptied out my damn balls.

And then you spent 10 hours in my bed.

[Blinks]

Ten hours?

[That makes him open his eyes proper, looking around blearily to see the light coming through the warehouse windows... being nonexistent. Since, it was night. HE GROANS.]

Nnnooo my sleep schedule...

Now it's just as fucked as mine.

Fuckin' sabotage.

[He stretches in place, still not entirely willing to leave Jason's side]

No wonder I feel so gross. And sticky.

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