gigadevilbreaker | Imeeji

[With a big dopey smile still on his face, he trots into the elevator after him and presses the close door button.]

Floor?

You pick.

[He just jabs the floor for BAD END because - it's closer, it's familiar, it's kind of what he's used to now?

And up they go]

[an interesting choice... he's gonna remember that one.

but sure, then the elevator's gonna open up on the bad end floor.]

Almost might think you like our shitty dorm.

The cinderblocks have their charm.

[After you, sir]

[he's going, gosh. He didn't think this far ahead, beyond knowing that Griffin's hinting he wants something.

Which means, better head that off to his room.]

[Yeah playing it cool. Nothing weird here, aside from the excited puppy vibe pouring off Griffin as he follows suit.

When he's finally able to close the door behind him, he pretty much just JUMPS ONTO JASON with all the suppressed joy and energy from the last hour in his kiss.]

[he stumbles back a step or two, practically catching Griffin.

he had a feeling that was what Griffin wanted-- and. well, it's kind of nice, with his hands holding Griffin's sides, and tilting his head down just slightly to make the angle easier

he doesn't even take the chance to make some sort of sarcastic comment]

[He's clinging on tight with his arms in an embrace and his legs wrapped around Jason's waist, joyfully and selfishly hording his lips. It's hard, holding it in - but being able to let go like this makes it feel worth it.]

I really liked today.

[I really like you.]

[somehow, that? wasn't what he was expecting. he doesn't know what exactly he was expecting, but it definitely wasn't "I really liked today." Even if it made sense in the abstract. And even if every instinct in his panicked mind was telling him "you're going to ruin this. will it be worth it?"

luckily, he can use catching his breath as an excuse to not reply, even if the privacy does allow some of his guard to drop. and for some of the confusion to show on his face.

but instead of replying, he just... closes the distance, kissing him again, his grip tightening just slightly]

[Griffin sees that confusion, and his face softens - from an ecstatic smile into an appreciative one. It was a little like the confusion when he gave him that book, right? But... this time he wasn't running away, scared.

He was trying. He was trying so hard to accept this. So it was fine that he didn't say anything back. It was enough that Jason let himself have this.

Griffin cups his face with one hand as they kiss, as though to tell him, thank you.]

[allowing himself to say nothing wasn't exactly fair, but he couldn't think of anything good he could say. the minute he opens his mouth, he knows he's going to say something stupid.

something hurtful.

something griffin doesn't deserve to hear. he'll just keep those thoughts to himself, shoving them aside for the moment, though this kiss is briefer than the last.]

What other colors do you need? I can grab them for next time.

[Mmm. There's a longing when Jason pulls away, but he lets him - though Griffin's hand still caresses his jaw with encouragement.]

I'm low on gold and black.

Easy.

[not any crazy requests.]

I'll make sure to grab them.

[as though he doesn't notice the affection, as though his grip doesn't lessen around Griffin.]

[This... he doesn't know. Whether to keep pushing.

Griffin wants more, he's aching for more, and he's so sure Jason wants him too, but-- maybe it'd be a step too far. Overwhelming?

Breathing in deep, he closes his eyes and lets his head rest on Jason's shoulder for a moment, savouring this if it was the closest he'd get today. After a moment, murmuring quietly,]

Hey, Jason... I can let go if I'm too heavy for you.

[it's hard not to notice that, to pretend not to notice. he knows why Griffin's doing it. Jason knows he's being weird, that his brain is kicking into overdrive in ways that he doesn't really understand, or have a good way to fight against.

he knows that the words are just an excuse. Griffin wasn't heavy for him. not in the physical sense, even if his fingers twitch lightly in rebellion, at the implication, holding tighter for just a moment.]

You're not heavy.

[he admits, slowly.]

[Griffin smiles with more relief than he'd care to admit, into the crook of Jason's shoulder.]

But you're still tired, right?

[He pulls back the collar of that punk jacket and plants a kiss on the skin there, gentle. Caressing his neck with a soft suggestion,]

You can put me down on the bed...

[he pauses, savoring that feeling for a moment, letting Griffin croon out his suggestion. tired? tired was far from the truth. but the implication-- he had to admit to himself that he was craving it.

set aside all the panic. shove that further down.

and he moves forward, easily, setting him down, letting himself be pulled in.]

Something tells me you don't want me to actually be tired.

[Griffin scoots back to give Jason room on the bed, and somehow - still manages to look bashful as he shrugs off his coat.]

M...maybe I wanna have sex this time. [y'know, that's not weird. he's not-- embarrassed, having to say that out loud.]

[he stares down at him, and then leans back to shrug off his own coat, considering Griffin for a minute.]

... Yeah?

[there's a lot more he could say, but there's that vague confusion on his face for a moment, as he realizes they're skipping a bunch of their usual steps. no fighting.

no competition.

just griffin underneath him... already acquiescing to him?

and then he leans back down.]

You sure?

[He answers him by leaning in with a soft kiss. Really, Jason. It's enough that he just Likes You and wants to share his body with you. Especially after their missed chance yesterday.]

I'm game if you are.

[he lingers in the kiss for a long moment, savoring it. and then pulls back just barely, locking eyes with him.]

... 'Kay.

[And then he leans back down-- more aggressively kissing him, but not quite with the same hunger and passion as after a fight. it's like he has permission to take his time, to explore his mouth, as his hands immediately find the hem of his shirt and push it up, skin against skin.]

[Griffin grins into the kiss, kicking off his boots to move backwards onto the bed.

This feels nice. Gentler. Not the kind of conquest the demon blood in him craved, but the longing that his human heart resonated with.

He helps peel his shirt off, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull it over his head and discard it.]

[breaking the kiss gives him a chance to kick off his shoes, too. and to briefly appreciate griffin underneath him. but he doesn't want to stay away for long, and he closes the distance again after that brief moment.

but now his hands have free reign to touch his skin, moving along the contours of his muscles and the few remaining scars, his thumb edging along his chest and across his nipple.

he doesn't have to be aggressive.

and his movements say he doesn't want to be.]

[There's a shiver in his breath as Jason traces his fingers over his skin, and a flutter in his chest. It's strange, how was this... suddenly so nerve-wracking? It's not like they've never fucked. But he felt-- more vulnerable somehow, like his whole heart was laid bare.

Maybe he was just scared of ruining this. Of pushing too far and losing him.

But if Jason was comfortable(?) going slowly then... how could he do any less?

At the very least, he could take his mind off things by feeling up Jason's hips beneath the trim of his shirt.]

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