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[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.]

[there was no way he'd be able to hide the injuries from that, though. he already had a strong suspicion that there was going to be awkward bruising he'd have to explain to Silk.

And there's something catching in his chest, that uncertainty, that paranoia over not having his hands available. he has to remind himself that it's Griffin. And that he trusts him. That he can ignore whatever is setting this off, trust him.

but he is a little quiet, pushing back against him to turn his face to the side, flexing his hands, and testing]

My hero.

[Griffin's heart is racing, harder and faster than he could've expected. Just the wrists would do, he decided - it, it was his first time trying something like this, too. But sitting up to behold Jay like this was...

Mesmerizing.

That something dangerous and powerful would let itself be vulnerable, for him.

Breathing out slowly, he leans over Jay to firmly caress the curvature of his back - the rough scar tissue and lean muscle. Then, bending over, he kisses the back of his neck, and lets his teeth graze over the bumps of his spine.]

[the motion gets a reaction from him, which is more than he thought could happen for a touch that gentle. He was used to roughness. Roughness he could respond in kind to. but this? this he couldn't see. couldn't stop it without being obvious that he was trying to escape the binding that Griffin had tied.

there's a moment where he feels a shiver race up his spine, and he focuses in on the feeling of griffin's hand and mouth-- and on keeping his breathing even and calm]

[Purring, Griffin flips him over to properly fawn over Jay face to face. His hands trace his mark again, and he settles against him with a knee pressing between his legs.

Actually a little embarrassed to be admitting this out loud, his smirk takes on a bashful tint and he has to duck his head against Jay's neck to mutter,]

You're... you're so fucking hot right now?

[he has to readjust, to get comfortable with his hands tied behind his back. there's a part of him that's-- surprised? "you're so fucking hot" is standard talk when it comes to a situation like this, but it doesn't feel standard? it doesn't feel like something he expected griffin to say.

and there's this weird sort of confusion, where he tries to square the words and their normal meaning, with what he understood and expected. And how they were said, and he glances over at Griffin.

What should he say? What... exactly was Griffin expecting? And he realizes he left a gap, left an emptiness while he tried to fight the wave of paranoia, and he swallows hard, before teasing back]

I hope so? Awkward if I wasn't.

...Still so mouthy.

[Griffin presses his lips to Jay's again, if at least to shut him up while he undos his pants. His kisses are deep and carnal again, wanting Jay to feel exactly how turned on he was by this compliance.

He wanted Jay to feel good too. Right now, nothing else mattered as much as that. After all the trust he'd given Griffin right now...

Slipping his hands under his waistline, he starts to firmly stroke Jay's cock. Tell him Jay was just as turned on as he was.]

[the reaction is quicker, and his breath hitches against griffin's lips, as his cock twitches in his hands, immediately responding to his touch. and it's the first time his hands pull on his bindings. he can't pull griffin closer, and so he surges forward.

he agreed to be tied up, agreed to a lot of things he wasn't sure of just yet, but it wasn't in him to just completely lie back, not when he wanted more.

when he wanted to be selfish.

and so he kisses harder, opening his mouth to griffin, just to hide that quick reaction]

[Griffin smiles against Jay's lips when he tugs at the binding - hard to hide when they were so close together. But it reassured him - there proof of his longing.

He drags his teeth along Jay's lip as he pulls back, drawing it out. Then, massaging the meat of his pecs, he puts his mouth to Jay's nipple next, sucking and rolling his tongue over it with torturous purpose.]

[this was new-- another one of those gentle touches he'd thought he was long past being affected by. he focuses in on his breathing, to hide the shivers of pleasure that were tracing up his spine.

the problem was that this freed his mouth, and he could talk a lot, whenver he was allowed to.]

You trying to torture me?

[he's half teasing, half serious. he wants to know what griffin is thinking]

[He lets his teeth dig into the skin around his areola in response: maybe. Would a bite of pain help?

The dick in his hand wasn't lying nearly as well as Jay's mouth was. And he could feel that shiver... where else was Jay sensitive? If he traces a hand down his abdominal, or around his back, to squeeze his butt?]

I'm just getting started.

[it's the second time he tugs at his restraints, his eyes locking with griffin's. the bite of pain helped. Jason had always liked a little bit of pain mixed with pleasure, but his skin starts to flush, lightly, as he gets more turned on.

recognizes he can feel a lot more when he can't use his own hands, or fight back. he lifts a knee just slightly, spreads his legs a little more for easier access.]

So, the answer is "yes."

[That's better. Griffin smiles to himself at the deepening colour in Jay's skin. Pain wasn't instinctively his go-to, but Jay seemed intent on welcoming it.]

Any complaints?

[He tears the pants off Jay, since his legs are so damn eager, and not-too-gently runs his thumb up the underside of his cock, along the rim of the head and over the sensitive tip.

[he starts to answer-- and then he has to stop because he's distracted. he bites his lip and offers a slight glare at griffin. his breath hitches again, and he has to take a moment, like he's fighting for control over his own body. but it felt good.

Even if his touch wasn't gentle, it was just enough edge for him-- enough that this would be the moment he'd fight back, try to get Griffin to feel overwhelmed too. To feel in control. Control he didn't have, when he couldn't even return the favor of taking Griffin's pants off, or pull him in for a distracting kiss. but after that moment, he grins, blue eyes flashing in delight]

I'm touched you think I would keep my complaints to myself.

'Course you wouldn't.

[Cute. The challenge in Jay's eyes sparks his own hunger, so Griffin had to lean in and press him into the sheets with another aggressive kiss.

While he's here, he grabs the lube from the bedside. His other hand cups Jay's balls possessively, to let him know who held his life in his hands, and strokes Jay's taint with anticipation.]

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