mind_blown | [imeeji continuations]

[well, of course it is a long elevator ride. because Jason doesn't know how to do words. when it lets them out into Bad End's floor, though, he glances at Griffin, and then pushes away from the wall.]

Hey.

[he motions his head back towards the rooms.

follow him.]

[There's just enough silence for Griffin to start wondering if maybe he screwed up by, by letting his instincts get away with him. There was a reason why devils were bad and this was it! They couldn't control themselves!!

Guilt mixing in his gut, he trots after Jay - shoving his hands deep in his pockets to try and keep from fidgeting.]

If it was bad then-- I won't do it again. It just felt, I mean, in the moment...

[as soon as they get into his room-- which he has obviously upgraded- he shuts the door behind him, and then, impulse takes over and

he fucking slams griffin into the wall, dipping his head low to kiss him again]

[Oh.

He doesn't have time to react before he's violently kissed again. He's only stunned for second before a primal growl forms in his throat and he kisses back, hard, gripping the side of Jay's face as though to claim him.]

[Jay breaks this kiss for just one second, blue eyes flashing for a moment as he stares into Griffin's gold.]

No powers that would wreck my room.

[he means his swords. his swords are off limits.

but he presses hard against him, and reaches his hand to grab his hair, pulling his head back to bare his neck. and his mouth immediately goes to the skin there. two can play at the marking game]

Killjoy.

[He hisses as his neck is bared, but doesn't fight back against being marked - Jay won, after all. Heart pounding, his back arcs into it, pressing his chest closer to Jay's - wondering if he could feel it through their skin and ruined clothes.]

[he bites his skin at the word, breaking skin and drawing blood. then his tongue laps up the blood. his hand flexes in his hair, pulling tight.]

Ruin your own room.

[he breathes against his wet skin, breath hot and heavy]

[The cascade of hot breath against his skin sends shivers down his spine. Jay's grip in his hair would only stay taut for a moment longer, before the cropped, silvery tufts began to grow. When Griffin opens his eyes again, the whites go inky black.

With a burst of demonic passion, he strikes the inner elbow holding onto his hair and twists the arm into a lock - and with that momentum, shoves back to push Jay against the wall instead.]

Not much t'ruin.

[this is very new. maybe normal people would be worried, or frightened, but that just gets a crazed grin instead, even as his head slams back against the wall. this-- got his blood pumping. just as much as Griffin's.]

Speak for yourself.

[and he allows the change for the moment, part of him curious to see what griffin does with his advantage.

and also because he doesn't want them both to stay against the wall forever. but he will, if he has to.]

Edited 2019-12-25 01:39 (UTC)

[He's not satisfied with the black eye, the demon in him decides. That was just a by-product of their fight. He wanted something intentional - something personal, that only he could put on his skin, just like Jay's bite was his.

Spreading his metal claws wide, he rakes them down the front of his chest, slowly... dragging the grungy fabric of Jay's shirt along with it, until it rips and tears apart. Bare chest, exposed - with four long, red marks, pooling with pearls of blood.

Griffin kisses him, softer this time, as though to make up for the sting of his claws.]

Right. You have fancy taste.

[good thing this shirt was already ruined. and pain always adds that extra, interesting bite... but it's kind of interesting to note the difference in his kiss, as though he's making it up to him. and as he kisses him, he shrugs off the tatters of the shirt.

and then he pushes him back, back towards the bed.]

I don't know if you've seen our dorm room. Anything seems fancy.

[Another hard shove onto the bed.]

Jay...

[Distantly, in the back of his mind, Griffin's dazed - he thought they came up here to talk about what happened. What it meant, if it was okay. Like, boundaries? But that thought vanishes into the ether when Jay pushes him onto the bed. He can't meet aggression with anything but aggression, he just couldn't--

The claw tightens around Jay's chest as he's shoved backwards, clamping hard onto skin before the wire goes taut and pulls Jay in with a hard YANK with him.]

[He would have come without the claws embedded in his skin, but that does, literally, make it an offer he can't refuse, and he stumbles forward, catching himself. he doesn't say anything against it, though. the pain doesn't even entirely phase him, he just lets himself be pulled, until the wire isn't tight, til he's back over him.

he catches when he calls his name, but he doesn't know what that's supposed to mean, and chooses in the heat of the moment to take it as egging him on. a challenge. because that'd make sense.]

Too late to point out I would've come anyway?

[he's half amused as he says it, grinning before leaning down to pick up where they left off with that kiss]

That's not nearly as fun.

[The response falls out of him, automatic, before Jay interrupts him with a kiss. Griffin stumbles back onto the mattress, his seat hitting its edge - it's a feeling that's both familiar and entirely unfamiliar. Going to bed with someone was no longer the condemnation it used to be, but he'd never done it so recklessly?

Oh god. Was Shrike gonna be mad at him?

When he pulls away for air, his breathing is hot and heavy, but there's a touch of confusion back in those soft blue eyes.]

Hey Jay? What is this...?

[he has to catch his breath-- and the question is... confusing. admittedly, it's not one he wants to think on because if he tries to classify anything, it leads to yet another situation like Silk, or like Glacies. Where he has to take into account attachments, when the idea doesn't feel as positive as he knows it is.

and he kind of freezes]

What?

[Griffin's not really sure what kind of answer he expected, but it wasn't that. He was used to the reassurances of girls who were patient and more experienced, encouraging him not to push himself. They didn't need labels, but were happy to figure one out for him.

That was not this kind of response.

He glanced down at the raw streaks of red down Jay's chest, and the way it made his blood stir to look at it. Heat, and hunger. What was more important right now, a label? Or how this felt, in the moment?

Griffin bit down on his lip. It was Jay, obviously.

He tugs him a little closer by the waist of his pants with a small huff that seemed to say, Nevermind. You don't have to answer right now. Instead, he half-jokingly growls,]

'Cause if we're fucking without cuddles afterward, then no deal.

Edited 2019-12-25 06:51 (UTC)

[there's still confusion on his face, and he's trying to place what he should do. there was definitely a part of him that wanted to ignore that whole outburst, and even the final quip. especially the final quip. he just got home, he hasn't had much chance to get out of the spotlight, and everything they'd done was a very public expression of... something. and he was already somewhat dreading fanmail.

and then there's the part of him that-- can't help but fucking laugh. maybe the part of him that had some god damn control.]

Is... that what that question was about?

I don't fucking know, Griffin.

[he doesn't. and he can hide that behind a laugh, let himself get pulled. even press forward. he could always press forward, but now this was going to bother him if he let himself think too hard about why Griffin would ask that question.

and so he pushes him down.]

Do you even know what you're fucking doing?

[Mutters,] Can't believe you're more impulsive than me.

[His back hits the bed, and-- oof, it's hard. Stupid BAD END decor. It's hard not to feel nervous now, because - fuck, Jay didn't know where this was going. Griffin didn't know what to do. Cardigan and D.Va had explained it to him before, but--

Flustered by the completely accurate accusation, Griffin blusters back,]

Do YOU?

I'll have you know, yes.

I'm a degenerate, through and through. So I know what I'm doing. But if you're not feeling it, I'll stop.

[he sees that nervousness-- and he wants that reassurance that even if Griffin doesn't know what he's doing, he still wants to do it.]

[That competitive spark flares up again. Jay knows what he's doing, and he doesn't. HE HAS TO KEEP UP WITH JAY. More, more, that eternal fire - whatever it takes, and more.

Stubbornly, he bites down on his uncertainty, unwilling to let it rule him.]

Then let's be fuckin' degenerates, then.

You're such a dumbass.

[and then he pins him, hands pressed on either side of his head, and he swings his leg over him to straddle him. his head dips low, pressing a hard kiss against his lips, open mouthed and aggressive. there will be no more brakes from here on out.

and he will fight him every step of the way if he has to, to prove this point. after all, he's already half undressed. and well aware he had a solid 20-30 pounds on Griffin. and he's absolutely not afraid to use that weight.]

[At least the feeling of being dwarfed by a tower of pure muscle was a familiar feeling to him - and he starts to stiffen in response, instinctively.

He fights back against the vicious kiss, intent on making Jay work to have this. His left hand starts feeling up his marked up chest, blindly letting his palms roam over and smear blood all over Jay's bare pecs. The smell of it, sharp and metallic, was invigorating. Even moreso, knowing who it belonged to.]

[a hand slides down and pulls at one of the holes in Griffin's shirt-- sorry, pincushioned shirt. it is time to come off. no more just letting Griffin be dressed (while touching his chest, a sensation, that gets goosebumps to form on his skin, through whatever burning sensation that left) while he was half naked. they're committed? at least he's pretty sure this is another fight.

which he's fine with, it makes things more interesting that way-- because he doesn't know how to stop fighting. or how to walk away.

and he breaks the kiss just to focus on ripping that shirt off.]

Rule one of degeneracy, who needs clothes.

[he's half out of breath as he says it.]

[Griffin grunts as his chest is messily, forcibly stripped bare - the feralness of it just makes him harder, his eyes golder.

He licks his blood smeared hand and sneers back at Jay, really egging him on this time.]

Don't tell me what t'do when I'm doing it.

[And then from behind, another pair of hands reach around to unbutton Jay's pants, and hook its fingers into his belt loop and yank it down.]

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