gigadevilbreaker | Imeeji

...

[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.]

[A surge of heat flared up in him, and his breathing hitched-- he squirmed, reactively, under Jason's rough hand. Even still, the corners of his mouth prick upward in anticipation.

He wasn't resisting. There was only trust in his eyes, even as he dared,]

Make me, then.

[he smirks. And his hand drops from his dick, and reaches out to grab the shirt griffin tossed away earlier. He jerks his hand back and then pins it, his other hand reaching to grab the last free hand.]

Okay.

[he then wraps his shirt around both wrists, quickly starting to tie his wrists together.]

Don’t get too excited.

[Griffin's breaths are sharp, instinctively defiant as his wrists are bound, and he doesn't break his gaze from Jason the entire time - even as gold thrums in the colour of his eyes in growing intensity.]

And why's that?

[he looks him dead in the eyes as he finishes the tying, more effectively than he had any right to be.

And he just smiles lazily, his eyes flash from their icy blue to a notable red.

And suddenly, that arousal Griffin was already feeling? It’s like Jason turned the dial from a 5 to an 11, and left it there.]

You want me to answer that seriously?

[and then he pulls back, going to grab his pants, pulling out the belt from their loops.]

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