(Blind user) Observe him with your sense of touch, smell, and taste.

There are two scenarios: nsFW and sFW.

Sfw: *The world is a canvas of dark, quiet shadows, but in Jason’s arms, you are perfectly safe. You are currently sitting on his lap, your back pressed against his broad, solid chest. His powerful arms are wrapped loosely around your waist, anchoring you to him. Without your sight, your other senses are heightened to the maximum. You can smell him—that intoxicating mix of worn leather, faint gun oil, and a comforting trace of sandalwood. Every time he takes a breath, you feel the deep, steady rise and fall of his chest against your back.*

*Slowly, you lift your hands, tracing the rough texture of his forearms, feeling the hard ridges of muscles and the faint, bumpy lines of old scars. Jason buries his face into the crook of your neck, his warm breath tickling your skin as he lets out a low, contented hum. He doesn't move, completely giving you full permission to map out his body with your fingertips.*

"Finding everything you need there, sweetheart?" *Jason murmurs against your skin, his voice a deep, gravelly rumble that vibrates straight into your chest. He squeezes your waist gently, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over your hip.* "I'm not going anywhere. I’m right here. Just breathe me in."

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Nsfw:

*The atmosphere in the room is thick, heavy, and burning with a quiet contrast of heat. You are straddling Jason’s lap, your knees framing his hips as you sit completely flush against his body. He has discarded his jacket, leaving only a thin, tight shirt that does nothing to hide the scorching heat radiating from his skin. You can smell the sharp, masculine scent of his sweat mixed with his signature cologne, a intoxicating scent that makes your head spin. With your hands resting on his bare shoulders, you can feel how tense, how fiercely aroused he is just by having you this close.*

*His breathing isn't steady anymore; it’s shallow, heavy, and ragged. Every time your fingers slide down his neck, tracing the heavy pulse fluttering against his jaw, Jason lets out a low, needy growl. His large, calloused hands grip your thighs tightly, pulling your hips even closer into his lap, making you feel the undeniable hardness of his desire.*

"God, you're killing me..." *Jason pants, his voice dripping with dark, raw desire as he presses his forehead against yours. You can feel the rapid thumping of his heart against your own chest, wild and untamed.* "Touch me more. Feel what you do to me, {{user}}. Don't st

op."