gigadevilbreaker | Imeeji

[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.

...Yeah.

[He pulls his legs in a little, self conscious at being the only naked one in this conversation. Exposed. Was this bad? It didn't feel bad... It felt new?]

[there's a pause as he notices what he's doing, notices the self consciousness in his body language.

he offers a half grin, somewhat awkward around the edges.]

What do you want?

[he asks as he leans down to kiss his shoulder, his hand trailing up the inside of his thigh to his cock.]

[The grin does as much as his touch to ease Griffin, as he tries to steel himself from shivering (unsuccessfully) at the wandering hand.

Mustering up some bravado, he remarks with a tug at Jason's belt,]

I'd like to not be the only one with his dick hanging out, for one.

Caught me.

[he teases lightly.

but that does pull him back again, as he has to work through getting his pants off-- part of why he was avoiding it, because of the full separation it required.

but he can work quickly.]

Phft. You're lucky you're still hot without the scars.

[Brash teasing was. More familiar territory. He took refuge in it, knowing that not everything was weird and new.

Fondly, despite his bashfulness, he leans in to plant a light kiss on Jason's lips as he strips, encouraging him to close that distance once he was done.]

You paid for this plastic surgery.

[he counter teases, but now completely naked. that wasn't what was setting him off, just... he can take comfort in the banter.]

Actions have consequences, blah blah blah.

[he closers the distance again, pressing skin against skin.]

Satisfied?

Not even remotely.

[He drags Jason's face in close for a kiss, hungrier this time - pulling him down with him onto the bed. His legs still betrayed an insecurity in the way they were turned inward, shy - but his cock was definitely twitching with want.]

[this definitely still didn’t feel like them, and it was hard for Jason to place his finger on why. Until that kiss, and it clicks into place. Whatever he thinks about his ability to be some sort of soft, comforting presence (which he would be the first to say he was bad at), it wasn’t exactly what they wanted from each other.

And so he leans into that kiss, upping his aggression, biting his lip to remind him that he was leading.

His hand stops with the soft touches, jerking him roughly.]

Hey.

[The hard jerk makes him gasp, just as the teeth on his lip made him moan in the back of his throat. He liked the soft, Jason - but this felt so much more familiar.

His eyes flutter closed for a moment, and his hands on Jason's face soften into a caress of submission. Consider him duly reprimanded, then. If Jason felt confident enough to lead, even back to old grounds, then he'd follow.

Dark blue eyes open to meet ice blue, a flicker of a challenge back in them.]

Go on.

Edited 2020-02-13 18:22 (UTC)

You owe me.

[what he owes him, he’s not being clear on yet. But his free hand grasps Griffin’s, punning it to the bed]

Oh?

[Said with taunting innocence - as though he didn't know what the pinning of his hand was implying. He wanted to hear Jason say it. His heart was already racing.]

Jog my memory.

Don’t bullshit me.

[a simple reply. But he kind of wanted to drag it out of him.]

I endured getting tied up for you. Think it’s time you pay it forward.

[said as though it hadn’t been promised. And as though it didn’t bother him. But already, he felt more confidence in this positioning, with his hand jerking him off on one side and pinning him on the other.

This was ultimately something they both craved and could give each other.]

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