mind_blown | [imeeji continuations]

[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!!

[he may not want to but Jay gets the message. Loud and clear. He may not be begging with words but he is begging in every other possible way. So, you know.

No reason to wait.

Griffin wanted to be fucked? Jay could give him that.

He presses inside of him with one swift move.]

You got it, Griff.

[he says through gritted teeth, a gasp escaping at the end.]

[It's lucky he was so fucking turned on already that his ass wasn't tensed up, but there was still no easing his ass into taking that girth - and god, he was paying for that. A pitched, sharp cry escapes him as Jay pushes inside and it's-- alien, a pain he's never felt before - and a fullness too, hot and pressing into him with a spike of pleasure. A wave of goosebumps passes over him - but too sharp, too fast. Feather pinions pushing out from under his skin.

It peters out into a moan as he acclimatizes to the feeling of being... penetrated... Griffin's near feverish with the building heat this brings. He clutches the bedsheets so tight it feels like his knuckles are near splitting.]

F-fuck... oh fuck...

[IT ISN'T THE MOST PLEASANT, BUT HE HAS TO ADMIT-- there's something about the rawness that's... Jay isn't sure if he likes it or not. he'd have to admit-- this could have went better. he should have waited, or avoided Machai all together. something he realizes dimly as he looks down at Griffin, waiting, again. for both of their sakes.

because he feels how tight he is, and he needs a moment, needs to get used to this, get used to how Griffin is. Especially after that little show-- where he's not sure if he's even really going to still have Griffin underneath him.

Which is an awkward thought for another day.]

Still... with me?

[He steeples his legs higher at Jay's sides and-- ngh. There's a sweetness inside him, where Jay is - strong enough to overpower the discomfort, and even the smallest taste was enough to make his head spin. More. His own dick was practically quivering with want.]

It'll... it'll take more than that...

[Sucking in a sharp breath, Griffin clamps his knees tighter around Jay's waist and tentatively, starts grind his own hips, slowly.

The effect is electric. His breaths tremble with every movement, each wave that washes over him. Without even realizing it, he'd gasped out the words,]

Give me... More...

[there's a soft groan that escapes from the back of his throat-- okay. it's fine. going to keep going. he leans down closer, and places his hands on either side of griffin's head. his hips start moving, the brakes off again. but he wants to take in that warmth, get closer to really feel him react, to feel him squirm underneath him.

He's got the advantage of running this train, and as he starts to move, everything really starts to click into place, and he lets himself feel hungry for more, to move faster, let his breath go out of control. because he hasn't felt this kind of release in ages.

didn't realize how close to fighting this really was-- that it really was different with Griffin. after their fight, after the blood and, well, everything. actually, it doesn't take long for sweat to really form along his back and along his chest, adding an extra sting where Griffin's claws had dug into skin.]

Fuck.

[When Jay's hands plant themselves next to him, Griffin instinctively reaches up to cling to him - completely heedless of the fact that clinging with a grappling hook hand meant more painful metal digging into flesh. Not having his flesh prosthetic was just another oversight of this awful impulse.

As the thrusts get firmer and faster, he rocks his hips to match, equally as eager to take in every inch of Jay. And each wave of pleasure grew stronger with it, until they were crashing over him, so dizzying that it felt like he was going to lose his mind. He squeezes his eyes shut to try and ride it out, this building pressure, but it just makes the sweat-slick tactile heat of his skin on Jay's all the more pronounced. Any attempt to stifle his gasps quickly start to fail.]

Ohh, god...

Whatcha... thinkin' 'bout...?

[he's teasing as he says it, ignoring the bite of the metal into his skin. he didn't care about that. if anything, the pain kept him focused. kept him there in the moment, focused on his breath, and on the sound of griffin's words and defenses starting to fail. he doesn't care about the blood mixing in with his sweat trickling down over onto griffin.

but before he can say his next, teasing thought, a soft moan escapes, as he feels griffin slam back down onto him, and his head drops for a moment, overwhelmed with the sensations.

he could send himself off with machai too, but honestly, at this rate, he didn't need much help.]

O-ohh fuck you...

[He's so close, he's fighting for that last inch - the pressure built up inside him feels too big for his body to hold it in much longer. Almost, just something to tip him over the edge--

Then Jay's head drops, he moans, and through the fog Griffin's eyes open. Blood, sweat, muscle, power, sex. This was no time to show weakness. He grips Jay's face with his good hand, wrenching it up to meet his gaze.

He's lost in pleasure and utterly flushed, he's breathless and sweating and vulnerable but there was still a spark of demonic pride in his eyes that demanded Jay bear witness.

Right now, this body belonged to Jay. Because he was strong. He was worthy. And now Jay was going to watch him cum, and know he did this.

Griffin pulls him in for one more urgent kiss, suddenly goes stiff and-- melts against his lips with a shuddering gasp as he finally got his release. Jizz splatters against his abs, and he collapses in a daze.]

Edited 2019-12-26 09:39 (UTC)

[hot. it was only a moment, and Jay can support his own head now. But he isn’t letting Griffin just pull away from the kiss, because his hips don’t stop. A forcible reminder that he isn’t done. It’s not the best kissing he’s done, needing to take a puff of air every few moments or so. ]

Noooot done yet. [he says, practically into his mouth.

His hand plucks Griffin’s hand from his hair and shoved it back above the bed, above his head, pinning it there. ]

[He doesn't fight it - how could he, when his whole body was lost in an orgasmic stupor? But the sudden force calls him to attention again, instinctively bucking against the aggression in Jay's kiss.

But from the muffled moan in his throat, it's a domination Griffin accepts. His body's yours, now use him - you'd better cum hard enough that you dream of him later.]

[it's a date. maybe a dream date. who knows. but he can recognize acquiescence, especially when Griffin makes it that obvious. his breath hitches, and his grip on his hand tightens, as he's feeding off of the warmth and the slickness of Griffin's body underneath him.

he can reach the edge at his own pace, all that pent up energy drawing up and coiling tighter in the pit of his stomach. His eyes shut tight, and sweat drips off of him, and he slams against Griffin, hard, for a moment, and bitten off curses escape from his lips unbidden.

until he finally goes over the cliff, freezing as he cums, hard, inside of Griffin.

he takes a moment to catch his breath, a half grin on his face, and then pulls out, so that he can flop next to him. on the bed.]

[That last thrust forces as pained gasp from Griffin's lungs, the moment frozen as it hangs in the air-- until he feels Jay gush into him. Griffin bites down on his lip as it fills him, to an odd feeling of... satisfaction. It's warming, he feels glad to have it, to have done this for... Jay.

He sighs, content in the afterglow of such violence. That was the first time he'd ever felt the same high from fighting as he did from sex. And it wasn't even entirety the Machai taking.

...but GOD did it ache like a motherfucker. There was probably at least a little blood when Jay pulled out, cool. That's fine. He's just gonna lay here for a while. Panting.]

...I'm only counting that... as one win.

Edited 2019-12-26 20:01 (UTC)

Okay.

[a beat]

Next time... take longer on the foreplay. It'll make everything a lot easier.

[even though he knows that's probably his fault. he was too impulsive for his own good, sometimes. he needs to catch his breath, needs to take stock of whatever mess they made. but he's pretty pleased with himself, relaxation setting in. he pushes himself up onto his elbows, so it was easier to see Griffin.

he knows he had requested cuddles, but admittedly, he was bad at that sort of intimacy. it was a slow process of figuring it out with Silk, and with Glacies.]

[HUFFS,] And whose fault is that?!

[It's a reactive gripe, but not a harsh one. They were both kinda out of their mind...

Then Jay's words sink in. Next time... He's quiet for a moment as he weighs the concept this, of Jay, in his chest.

He wants a rematch. There needs to be a next time if he wants a rematch.

He rolls his head over to look straight at Jay with those blue eyes - honest, confused, pretty damn embarrassed, but desperate for some kind of acknowledgement. Long strands of silver hair fall into his face and he has to push them to the side.]

Did you... want a 'next time'?

Edited 2019-12-26 20:22 (UTC)

Why wouldn't I?

[it's a blunt acknowledgement. but it brings back the memory of Griffin's question from before, and he pauses. and then exhales, a slightly bemused look on his face.]

I don't know 'what' this is. Friends with benefits, probably? [ironically, a label he's more comfortable with than most, but--] In the middle of sex is probably not the time to double check that.

[but he was too impulsive, he knows that he didn't really give Griffin a chance to check before.

and then he lets himself fall back, crossing his hands behind his head.]

Just as a warning, I'm a fucking awful cuddler.

[Mumbles,] I thought we came up to talk...

[Fine, if Jay wasn't gonna cuddle, then... he's just gonna roll over close to him and. Bury his head between Jay's blood smeared chest and the bedsheets. The smell, at least, was comforting(?)

Griffin's voice is quiet and, now that he had a moment to think, deeply self conscious. The ~~Catholic~~ guilt was rearing it's head.]

This isn't something I... I don't do this with everyone I fight. You know that, right?

[he doesn't mind that, and he doesn't do anything to change positions, the closeness was something he could handle in this setting. he figured, Griffin deserved him not being that much of a piece of shit (even if the temptation was still there). But it's his words that surprise him, because he... sort of? understands the implications of them?

he figures the subtext is the most direct, especially after everything he knows of Griffin and his relationships. but he needs to clarify, and so he glances down at him.]

So, you're saying this is special?

[Griffin goes painfully red and he wheezes like a dying animal. Way to choose such romantic wording when this was nothing like romance. Not in the way he defined it, anyway. Romance is soft and kind and thoughtful. He had romance. He cherished it. This was... not it.]

Fuck, don't say it like that!?

[Even the sex, despite having some firsts for him, wasn't what he'd call special. They'd just gotten carried away, doing what they always do.

Still flustered, Griffin struggles to describe it.]

You're just-- it's different. I want to beat you. All the time. But I want you t'beat me, too. So you're strong. And... worth submitting to.

[When he says it out loud, it sounds crazy. It wasn't special but... it feels important. Griffin falls quiet.]

I don't know. I dunno what it is.

[he looks relieved when griffin protests. Now, he had that potential meaning eliminated, it just left the elaboration. Which he listens to thoughtfully, before noting,]

Good. I can be a rival, since that sounds like what you want. But this isn’t any kind of love.

[except maybe fighting, but realistically, this felt more like instinct. More raw. And he didn’t need to add another person to his list of “people to disappoint with his shortcomings” list. But that, he doesn’t say out loud.]

Kind of surprised you even want something like this in the first place— thought you were raised to be a prude?

I've still got demon blood. It feels... natural t'that half of me.

[Mumbles, red faced,] The prude is fucking dying, though.

[Rival. That felt right. Whether love factored in... He loved fighting. He loved fighting Jay. Did that mean he loved Jay? This was a singular, focused feeling - aimed at one man, that much was certain. Griffin didn't understand his own urges well enough to correct him.

He raises his head just enough to glare at him, serious but also, awkward and anxious. Trying to hide the fact that he longed to be something less disposable than a meaningless fling, and failing miserably.]

S-so... this just a benefits thing to you?

Edited 2019-12-26 22:58 (UTC)

...

[he glances back at him, struggling for a moment with the implications there. It doesn’t occur to him that Griffin wanted special— but without the romance. A singular focus. Because Jay assumes most of the time, it’s just a fling. That’s how he and Silk started, though definitely not what they were now]

The prude can relax. I don’t like kissing and telling. Even if this is the only time this ever happens. I’ll still fight you whenever you want...

Not like anyone else pushes me.

[he shrugs.]

Just... like you said, I’m... really bad at controlling my impulses.

[Maybe pathetically, Griffin's eyes brighten when Jay tells him he's the only one to push him. It's the look of a kid who'd never been told he was good enough, finally being acknowledged by someone they respected. For a moment it looks like his heart's in his throat and he has to swallow, hard.

It's so transparent, but that was enough to make him feel special. And he relaxes against Jay immediately - with a small smile, despite trying to play it cool.]

Whatever. As long as it was-- good.

[it was good, right, tell him it was good]

[he doesn’t know what he expected— but it wasn’t that. He looks down at Griffin, and he seems to be working through what just happened. It hits him that maybe he just misunderstood. Or maybe he said something that changed Griffin’s mind. Both could have worked, since he knows Griffin tends to have a one track mind.]

For a prude... yeah. I had fun.

[he then glances back up.]

You’re probably not gonna turn into a degenerate like me. Just so you know.

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