mind_blown | [imeeji continuations]

[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.

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[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.]

Normally, I'd make a comment about how powers are bullshit...

[he doesn't even glance at the Feint. he knows it's there, mostly because he can't ignore that his pants are halfway down his legs now. but it does add some urgency, and his hands move down to Griffin's pants, quickly unbuttoning them. he's still balancing on top of griffin-- getting his pants off would require getting off.

and he's not quite ready for that yet.

but it does mean he's got the advantage for sliding his hands down them and cupping him.]

But, eh, this is the least annoying thing you've ever done with your Feint.

[look, he's chatty when he gets to know people]

[Griffin can't help but hiss and squirm when Jay grasps his package - ANYONE WOULD, OKAY, SHUT UP. He grits his teeth, taking refuge in banter to try and not think about how vulnerable he was.

That doesn't stop his eyes from blackening, though. Kind of a giveaway.]

W-who d'you think puts your fuckin' burgers together, huh?

[He thrusts his hips upward to press a leg up, in between Jay's thighs - because so help him god, he better not be the only one who's hard right now.]

[would they, would they griffin? because honestly, the whole thing is just egging him on, even if he has to adjust to accommodate Griffin's leg, which creates space he doesn't want. even though it does add nice pressure against his cock. but the new thing is watching his eyes, seeing which griffin he gets based on their color. he probably should be more worried about that, but also

he's only thinking of one thing.]

Second least annoying thing.

[but you know, if he moves his hand, and keep talking, keep getting that reaction... as he leans back over him, around his thigh, though he's bracing himself against it more than strictly necessary, a slight grin. on his face, pale skin starting to turn at least a little flushed.]

I was gonna say, we should get food or something after, but guess we're gonna cuddle?

[You little shit??? Griffin rolls his head to the side, breathing shakily as he glares at Jay's smarmy face. Grunts,]

Haven't even-- gotten off yet, and you're already, thinking 'bout... something else?

[He rubs his leg harder against Jay's crotch, twisting for a firmer angle - you'd better only be thinking of THIS, it demanded. His arm grips the back of Jay's neck and pulls him in closer - you'd better only want ME.]

Pretty rude when you've-- got someone's dick in your hand...

Multitasking.

[though his expression falters for a second, he has to suck in the slightest of breaths-- and he leans in, his attention on him fully, though he does shut up so he can bite at the neck that Griffin has so gracefully exposed to him. good distraction from that pressure, even as he wants more.

but no, seriously, he wants more. he wants more, but also wants to make sure it's fun, and taunting Griffin is fun.]

If you want me to shut up, [he finally mutters against his skin] you're gonna have to make me.

[and then he lifts his head up just so he can see his eyes. see his eyes flash red. jay doesn't even need eris alert here, he already knows what emotion he wants. and he's going to get it, turning his arousal up to 11 on that 10 point scale.]

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[Yeah, Griffin was already plenty turned on. Other human emotions distantly circled in the periphery, like worry, confusion, guilt and shame, but they dwarfed in comparison to the blazing star they orbited. One big gas giant of lust, pride, hunger.

The one that Jay just forced into a supernova.

It was like rollercoaster drop when he didn't even know he was riding it. There was no stifling the pitched gasp of need as suddenly, his whole body writhes - twisting, arching, trembling. The pressure is UNBEARABLE. His skin felt like it's on fire. Whatever Jay's doing to his dick right now, it wasn't enough anymore IT WASN'T ENOUGH--

Who cares if Jay didn't want to shift positions yet. His pants could not stay on a second longer, or he'd explode. Hurriedly, Griffin pushes his pants off the rest of the way, in a way that was so frenzied that Jay probably got pushed off too. Whatever-- he'll also rip Jay's off the rest of the way if he can.]

O-oh, I'll MAKE you...

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[sometimes, you just have to gamble with what happens when he pulls that trick. Too early? Maybe. But it wasn’t like this was a one-time thing. He could use Machai as many times as he wanted— and it was his advantage. The one place he didn’t have to scramble to hold Griffin back.

Well, maybe.

His back hits the bed on the other side of Griffin and he takes the moment to quickly reach for the nightstand next to his bed, yanking open the drawer there. They were going to need the lube. Just, point blank. He can kick off his boots and tear off his pants once he had that in hand.]

That’s if I don’t shut you up first.

Hurry up and try.

[Griffin practically pounces on top of him as soon as he's able, pinning him down with a metal claw and straddling Jay over his dick.

Maybe he's never taken anything in the ass before, but... it's been described. He's had mail. And each little hint, each nugget had sparked a horrified part of his imagination. One that wondered.

It didn't seem scary anymore.]

Griffin—

[this overeager idiot. Jay feels a little fond— and also a little horrified- all at once. Hysmine blessing kicks in, and he starts to pry his metal claw off of him, and kicks his leg against the bed so that he can push him off of him and back onto his back.]

You trying to kill us both?

[For like the third time today, Griffin wraps his legs around Jay's waist when he's flipped over, just to keep his grip on him - skin on skin, locked together and close.]

Maybe.

[--Then wrenches Jay's face to his in a desperate kiss, utterly ravenous. His tongue probes the hot, wet corners of Jay's mouth, fighting the other man's tongue. Too eager to have part of him inside.]

[honestly, other people might regret amping something like this up to 11, but not Jason Todd. Honestly, he forgets himself for a moment, kissing Griffin back, and sucking the kiss in. Who needs to focus? Who needs to be the one leading— oh right.

Only one of them knows that they’re doing and he has to multitask or else this is going to suck for both of them. Eagerness can’t change that. And so he has to break the kiss, has to pull back to catch his breath, and has to create room between the two of them.]

Hold— on...

[he has the lube in his hand. He just needs to get it on his dick. He quickly opens the bottle, but his skin is flushed, and pricks of sweat are starting to appear, just from the heat generated between the two of them]

[Griffin gives an impatient grunt over the fact that Jay has the audacity to do something like take a second to prep his goddamm dick. Seriously. So rude. HURRY.

Surely this 'multitasker' could still lube and also deal with Griffin needily leaning up to take his tongue and liiiick the side of Jay's neck. His tongue trails up, wet and hot, over the edge of his jaw. Tasting sweat, skin - relishing it.]

[he did this. He knows he did. But also this is so advantageous, for him at least. But there is a part of him that recognizes that this isn’t enough prep anyway. But Griffin is impatient. And he is driving Jay crazy. So, somehow this will have to work. He catches his breath and, one last time—]

You sure you’re ready?

[as he says it, he already knows what the answer is going to be, but he’s freeing his hands and realigning himself. Like he knows what the answer is going to be. And he leans down and presses him hard into the bed.]

‘Cause if you can wait...

[SUCH A PIECE OF SHIT...

Griffin groans as he sinks hard against the sheets, in utter agony. It's all he can do to stroke his throbbing erection to try and ease the pressure a little, because otherwise he'd lose his goddamn mind.

His head rolls back and his legs spread wider, everything short of begging - because fuck if he's going to BEG, even in a state like this.]

Just fuck me already!!

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