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[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.]

[the kiss is fine, the kiss when he can't grab him, and when he's still massaging him that way? little distracting, and though he's still keeping control of his breath, he has to catch it more than he would like against his lips.

it's a great excuse to not have to talk back either, to just focus on the moment, and not his uncertainties, that he wasn't admitting to anyway.]

[Jay's still staunchly hanging on to his composure, but-- it feels like Griffin's managing to wear it down. With the girlfriends, they got so much out of foreplay, but maybe Jay wanted to get right to the point.

He flips the bottle of lube in his hands (because of course he does) as he rears back and slathers his fingers.]

I wanna make you moan for me.

[Applying his slick, wet fingers over Jay's sphincter, he rubs circles around the firmly clenched muscle - before easing his index in.]

[this is... not a sensation he was used to. and his skin gives away his reaction, flushed and thoroughly turned on, his cock hard as fuck, and somehow, he'd lost his breath. and without realizing, he tugs on the bindings again.

and slowly, that lazy smirk seems to have vanished from his face, even if he's not quite to where he can't mouth back, but his gaze is half lidded as he regards Griffin, and admits honestly,]

I will.

[Ugh. Griffin could feel his heart slam against his chest with that. He licks his lips and... and works his way in further, determined to be worthy of that.]

Can't wait.

[If there was one thing he was confident in, from his girlfriends, it was how to work his fingers. This-- was way tighter than he was used to, but the idea was the same, right? He remembered, there was that sweet spot somewhere here...

He searches for it, measuring Jay's reaction to each stroke.

[when he finds it, the reaction is instantaneous. he can't hold on to his composure completely. his hands grip against the sheets, and the muscles in his torso tighten, halfway rise, and his head turns towards the side, exposing the flushed skin of his neck.

he'd never felt that before, and the fact that that feeling existed wasn't surprising. but also, it was different enough, after having had so long of griffin wearing him down that it just felt more powerful than it should have.

his breath comes in quick puffs, refusing to stay calm, and under his control.]

Fuck.

[His grin turns wicked as he continues to stroke inside Jay. Good, that's exactly the reaction he wanted... It warranted a reward, didn't it? And Jay's cock was so in need of some relief, without his own hands to help it along.

Without prompting, Griffin leans down and takes Jay's head in his mouth. Pure impulse. Hot and wet, his tongue slides over the tip and around, lapping at it as he slides a second finger in at the same time.]

[well, fuck.

he doesn't know what he expected, but it wasn't that, and whatever control he has completely snaps at the same time. several things happen at once: his hands pull at the bindings, as he presses himself further into the bed. his legs draw up, and his toes curl in the sheets. the first sign of sweat starts to appear on his body.

and then a moan snaps from his mouth, his eyes closed tightly.

that control snaps, but he fights to get himself back under control, even as his body twitches and squirms in response to every stroke of his fingers, and every warm lap of his tongue. jay can't get his body to stop responding and he desperately wants to grab griffin, practically beg him to stop, and he strains against the binding, as griffin gets another moan from him, one that he didn't want to give so quickly]

[Every moan gets a pleased hum from Griffin, the throaty vibration thrumming around Jay's cock. He sucks on it between breaths, between strokes. Meanwhile, he plays at stroking the prostate - sometimes both fingers at once, or offset, letting two different tempos simulate him.

Absently, Griffin wonders if he could take Jay to climax before ever getting to penetrate him fully. It seems almost fun to find out. But all this moaning and squirming was making Griffin hard too - he longed to put it inside him.

He slowly peels his lips off Jay and rumbless,]

I think it's time for the main event.

Edited 2020-01-19 21:36 (UTC)

[and then Griffin stops, and it really hits Jason how hard he'd lost control. He feels a desperate need, and where a moment ago, he'd been wrestling with the instinct to not beg for him to stop, then he found he didn't want him to stop.

he's a wreck underneath him. the composure in his face gone, left with a slightly stunned expression, and then his eyes finally look back to Griffin. And he licks his lips, staring at him with desire, openly wanting him, held back and trapped by the wire. but his legs press close to Griffin, trying to pull him in.

he feels like he should say something, anything, to match the mood set by Griffin's comment. the main event. but his head feels a little fuzzy from the desire.]

No one's done this to me before.

[Griffin's eyes flutter with pride - for himself, FOR JAY - as he admits quietly,]

Now you know how you make me feel.

[...He pauses to just punctuate that with a soft kiss, a little flustered by how gorgeous Jay was. Griffin slips oit of his own pants and hefts Jay's hips up against his. His fingers come out to coat more lube over his own cock and...

Hand gripping tight on Jay's thighs to spread them, Griffin angles himself to penetrate. Slowly, savouring the tightness, he presses into Jay with a shudder of pleasure.]

H-hah...

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