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[Cameras, what cameras.

Griffin bites down on Jay's lip - a nip of punishment for grabbing him, he's not submitting today - before shoving him hard, back down onto the ground. He purrs, letting a hand slip under Jay's shirt to feel him up.]

You should be careful what you offer a demon.

[hot— but also something that immediately trips his paranoia wires. And he pushes Griffin away.]

Haven’t regretted it yet.

But not here.

[what aw

Griffin huffs and backs off, getting to his feet.]

Ffffine.

[Keeping his eyes on Jay, he starts casually walking backwards until he reaches the roof's ledge - his long coat fluttering behind him in the winter wind.]

Your place or mine?

You're really gonna go back to the place with an aggravating newbie?

[he's teasing as he steps towards the edge, and then hops off, pulling out his grappling hook to latch onto one of the edges at the last moment, before swinging easily into BEDE.

like he's done this a million times.]

[Griffin chuckles,]

Fair point.

[And lazily, tips backwards-- letting gravity take him.

When Jay swings in, he follows suit - letting his feet glide across the edge of the building, skidding, slowing into a dramatic crouch. Then, popping inside like he belonged there.]

Showoff.

[now they just need to get back to his room again, since he's got his own newbie to contend with. and no need to make him awkward.

yet.

but he pushes open his door, and heads inside of his room, taking the chance to toss his jacket aside, saving that step, at least.]

Always.

[Griffin strolls in with purpose, and-- rather than letting the door close on its own, he shoves it with the back of his boot. He grabs Jay by the shoulder and spins him around, stops - looks him up and down with a smirk of admiration - then kisses him.]

[are you trying to sweep him off his feet, griffin, is that what's happening. there's a laugh of half disbelief over that ridiculous show of affection.

but he kisses back, greedy, and his hands go to his lapels, and starts to shove his jacket off of his shoulders.

if they're going to do this]

[Oh, this is definitely happening. Griffin matches him for hunger as he shrugs off the coat, but breaks to pull the ragged shirt over Jay's head.

The claw mark down Jay's chest had healed, and its scar blended in among the canvas of scars all over his body. If you weren't looking for it, it'd disappear against his skin. But Griffin knew it was there. He traces the lines with his hand, slowly, savouring the knowledge. Purring,]

I think it's time I taught you something...

[he can tell immediately which scar griffin's going for-- and still thinks it's slightly unfair that every mark he gave him disappeared with the healing. but at the same time, he really likes this? even if it's in his nature to challenge anyone who tells him they're gonna teach him something.

like an instinct to rebel.]

And what's that?

[he breaks from him just to pull his shirt over his chest, and to toss it onto the floor. as he does this, he kicks off his boots, easily]

[The fingers tracing his scar suddenly turn into a hand, pressed against him and-- shoving hard, against the wall.

Griffin leans in, breath hot against Jay's skin and teeth bared.]

I won. That means you're submitting to me now.

[As he forcefully kisses Jay again, he takes the grappling hook from his hips with his other hand.]

[he allows it— in part because he was caught off guard. In part because he kind of likes it, even as his hackles raise at the blunt phrasing. Because this is new for him. And new is— well, he doesn’t know yet.

He mutters against his mouth,]

Is that how this works with you?

[but it’s a brief mutter because he’s kissing back, his fingers sliding down and looping into Griffin’s pants belt holes, pulling him closer]

[Mm, when Jay tugs him in - such a touch of insolence, the fire in his blood flares out in reprimand - he firmly grabs Jay's jaw. Allowing the kiss, but a reminder of who was talking control.

Voice low, he growls against Jay's lips.]

That a problem?

So, what’s that mean?

[he does notice the reprimands, and he tilts his head back just slightly. Still slightly defiant, but not pushing against him entirely.]

[Griffin's grip on his jaw tightens, angling his head so he could admire the curve of his jaw as Jay stands, with that faint rebellious air to him. Still, that's all he does for now - his eyes (still blue, but hot and intense) burn into him.]

Means I want my cock in you, Jay.

Yeah, I figured that much.

[he’s not sure, but also not entirely opposed. But also...

He notices his eyes though. Last time, how they’d turned yellow almost immediately. Idly wonders what that means. But doesn’t linger too hard on it.]

So, what’re you gonna do?

[a half lazy smirk]

[He lets go of Jay's jaw to rest his arm possessively across his collar, letting his fingers trail over the vulnerable tendon in his neck, feather-light.]

I think I oughta pay you back for all your big talk about tying me up.

[Griffin holds up the grappling hook gun, suggestively. Y'know.]

[there's a hint of hesitation in his face when he suggests it-- but that hesitation quickly gets subsumed by the same lazy smirk. he doesn't want to admit his own reluctance, when it comes to things like this. if he taunted griffin with it, it makes sense Griffin would want to taunt him back.]

Are you that worried?

[he teases lightly, and lets his head fall back against the wall, eyes tracing over griffin's face]

[The demon in him senses weakness - an opportunity - and breathes in deep, as though trying to smell his fear. But the human, Griffin, wanted Jay to want it. A willing submission.

Keeping his tone casual, he teases back,]

Of you? You think I haven't been tied up by now?

[He bites his own lip, remembering being bound against D.Va - a faint flicker in his eye.]

Of me.

[he seems a little amused, though, his face mostly unreadable from the moment of hesitation before. but now he's watching his eyes flicker, tracking what that means.]

Make a decision.

You want to do it?

[Instinctively, he's pleased. Good. He's offering himself - he knows his place. Griffin leans up and kisses him, adoringly, letting his hand run through Jay's hair in approval. Subconsciously, a reward.

Soft, but still a command, he murmurs,]

Get on the bed.

[there's a small voice that isn't sure, but Jason's ignoring it, impulsively going with the flow, and figuring out what he'll do moments after he agrees to the last thing.

but when Griffin orders him on what to do, he slowly, probably softer than he strictly needs to, but he's pushing him back so that he can move from the wall. can actually listen.

even if he doesn't strictly know what the fuck he's doing.]

[Griffin starts to pull the wire out from the grappling hook, spooling it around his hand as he shuffles out of his own boots. But he's not hurried to follow - just takes a moment to admire Jay as he moves to the bed.

Deep in his gut, the feeling of a rival(?) taking his orders... stirs a pit of fire in him, a storm of excitement and hunger. He wants to carve his name into every crevice of that body. He wants it to love him.

Griffin joins Jay a moment later, taking him by the hand. A little taunting, a little teasing,]

Should I be gentle?

[jason isn't one to ignore a good taunt, and it's the sort of thing that he can use to mask his own uncertainties.]

What do you think?

[it's a half sarcastic response, the smirk playing on his mouth]

Oh, please be gentle with me.

[Well, Griffin's going to take that as advertised - with a wry grin, he takes Jay's arm and-- in a move not unlike the armlock from earlier, twists it behind him and shoves Jay face first into the bed.]

Since you asked so nicely...

[He starts with his wrist, coiling wire around them. Not too tight - metal wasn't nearly as forgiving as, uh, flesh and Jay didn't need more scars - but just enough that he couldn't slip out without effort.]

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