gigadevilbreaker | Imeeji

[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.]

[the sensation is weird, ever since he got rid of the burn scars. in that... there was sensation. he could feel Griffin's hands at a more minute level, and he's not sure how he feels about that... just, in general.

but he catches the hitch in Griffin's breath, and he doesn't know exactly what prompted it. did he miss something he did? his brow furrows lightly, and he catches his breath, breaking the kiss for a moment, just to gaze at Griffin, studying his reaction to his hands across his skin. he wanted to figure out what he did.

his skin is already a little flushed, a reaction it would have been hard to get a week or so ago.]

[Ah... Griffin's skin flushes even deeper when Jason's eyes take him in, and he nervously fidgets under his gaze. The white of his hair and eyelashes stand out even more against the red, catching the light.

It felt like Jason's careful attention alone was enough to make his heart race, he was so vulnerable. He pauses his exploration of Jason's torso.

Timid but longing, nervous but trusting, Griffin chews his lower lip.]

W-what?

...

[does he say anything? or just. ignore it. because he's making it weird.

this was why maybe this was a bad idea. he couldn't stop making it weird.

he exhales lightly.]

Nothing...

[time to try and not be weird about it. this time he dips his head to kiss down his neck]

[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.]

[he doesn't need to savage the skin there today, even if he's tempted to anyway. instead, as he's drawn in, he lets his hands go to the hem of Griffin's pants, to start undoing the fastening.]

No healing?

[he lets his breath blow over the wetness on his skin.]

[Goosebumps ripple over his skin, his hair standing on end. Griffin lifts the shirt from Jason's back as he murmurs,]

They're yours.

[I'm yours.]

[he separates from him, lets him pull the shirt off of him. and immediately, it's easy to see the scar removals. what had been rough skin, with patches of scars of varying lengths and shapes... is mostly smooth. no more burns, no more criss crossing stories of hard battles.

it makes it easier to see the long, parallel scars that went down his chest.

and then he starts to pull Griffin's pants down.

no reason for any of that to be on him]

Oh.

His hands reach for Jason's chest, but they're drawn towards the foreign, empty fields of healed skin rather than the path of his claws. It's-- so different to what he remembers, and in their absence, his mark stands out all the more.

He misses them, even if at the same time he's drawn to rediscovering Jason's body. His fingers trace over this newly soft skin, fascinated.

He's so entranced that the tug of his pants being pulled off him takes him by surprise. He blinks, self conscious all over again.]

A-ah--!

[it feels... weird.

and griffin's exclamation gets him to stop.]

... What?

[He has to force himself to relax again, even if pure embarrassment was burning through him. Awkwardly, he rests a hand on Jason's chest - it's okay, it's fine.]

Y-you just... look so different.

[This FEELS so different.]

[he considers this for a second, granting himself out loud,]

This feels different.

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