[Griffin sucks in a quiet gasp as Jason kisses his neck - he'd find the skin still sensitive there, raw and unhealed from his teeth the day before.

That felt more like familiar ground: the marks and claim it represented. Sighing more comfortably, Griffin nuzzles his face into the crook of Jason's neck, and lets his hands roam over the plains of his back, pulling him in as his legs part to give him room.]