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[Keeps still and watches him.]

...Scared I'll get an even bigger ego?

[That's not what Jason's scared of and Griffin knows it.]

[He stares at him.]

Something like that.

[it is not something like that.]

[Griffin's quiet for a moment, sober as he meets Jason's eyes.]

You don't have to worry so much about me. I bounce back.

[he doesn't need that reassurance. it's not that he thinks Griffin wouldn't bounce back-- he said as much before, didn't he. that's not what he's worried about.

but his impulse control has always been shit, since the moment he woke up there.

and so he closes the distance, and kisses him-- not quite greedy, like he's still trying to fight that urge]

[There's a small hitch of breath - hope and surprise colliding - before Griffin melts into the kiss. It's tender, reassuring, but there's just the slightest edge of loneliness being fulfilled.

He knew empirically Jason was lying about not caring, he'd forgiven him. But there was still that part of Griffin that longed for something physical to prove that he was still desired. Like this.

He brings his hand up to clasp Jason's cheek, firm but urging him to continue.]

[if he had any self control, he'd stop.

he doesn't, once he gets started. that's the hard part, knowing there's definitely something wrong with pushing ahead knowing you haven't solved the underlying problem of having no self control.

doing it anyway, because you want to, and it felt right. still, his hands go lightly to griffin's hips, and he lets himself lean into the kiss more.

it's hard to stop.]

[Griffin smiles against Jason's mouth when he feels his hands on him. He lets his own arms wrap over the taller man's shoulders, with one hand running through Jason's dark hair.

When he parts for breath, he smiles with a dazed look of satisfaction]

Not all your impulses are that bad.

Not all of them.

[he considers reminding him that this is a bad idea, that he shouldn't trust him that quickly. but instead, he just gives a lazy, half cocked smirk, knowing that he's putting on somewhat of an act.

but not able to stop himself.]

Guess I can never invite you in my room again.

[Griffin trusts too quickly even when he knows he shouldn't trust.]

Wow.

Well you should've brought out the bowling ball mask if you didn't want to woo anyone.

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So you're saying I'm irresistible. Because I gotta tell you, I absolutely was not trying to woo anyone.

This time.

[Snorts with laughter,]

Oh? So what's it look like if you try?

Are you trying to turn this into a competition?

[hey look, can you still play gay chicken if you've already went full on]

Who, me?

[He leans against Jason with a taunting grin,]

Maybe I just like being spoiled every once in a while.

You're fucking transparent, even if you're giving your best shit eating grin.

[which of course means he's gonna lean down and kiss him again, another soft, gentle kiss. but not because he's holding back.

but because he's trying to be gentle]

[Oh.

That's nice.

It's different, too-- he realizes, to a flutter in his heart. Damn. Jason was trying.

There's a pleased hum in Griffin's throat as he kisses back, smiling, stroking his hair as he presses against him.]

[he knew that was something he wanted. he knew he was angling for it, knew it wasn't a thing he was good at, and yet he tried anyway.

a hand goes up and slides gently through his hair, to the back of his head, softly cradling.

he's not good at this, he tells himself.

but he was trying.]

[That's all Griffin wanted.

He's putty in Jason's hands at this point, even with this much. Sighing contentedly, he leans to up let his forehead rest against Jason's, close enough that their noses still touched. So he could still feel each precious breath they took.]

...So that's what it looks like.

[that requires so much leaning down on his part, but he'll allow it.]

Don't tell anyone.

[Stop being tall then]

Buy my silence, Jason.

[Did you know that your normal name could still sound affectionate when the way it's whispered treasures it like liquid diamonds?]

How, exactly, do you propose I do that?

[and he's going to gently push him back towards the bed.]

And this is starting to be a pain in my neck, you know.

[he teases, lightly]

When people say that, they're usually not being literal.

[He sits once the edge of the bed meets the back of his knees, beckoning Jason to come down with him.]

...Just keep doing what you're doing.

[Because you're doing great]

[he follows him, and then presses him back against the bed.]

Which part? Asking how, or the pain in the neck? One is definitely literal.

[and then he pauses as he leans over him, considering, his lips just slightly off of griffin's, so that his next words could be felt.]

The other... could be, if you wanted, I guess.

[and then he kisses him again, a little more intently, hungry for something he didn't know he missed.]

[He lets out a soft gasp of anticipation when he's pressed down into those familiar sheets, in the shadow of a familiar body. Without thinking, he cups Jason's face and bites down on his own lip with clear arousal in his face.

And then Jason kisses him, with a fervor that makes his back arch - a fire lighting in his belly.

It felt like going back to their own ways. And a part of him wanted it, badly. A physical hunger for their bodies to clash together again. But another... it wanted that budding tenderness more.

Maybe being tender - having a more... honest emotional connection - meant it wouldn't end the same way.

Griffin smiles and smoothes Jason's hair as he breaks to breathe]

We always fuck in your bed. Can't we just make out and enjoy the company?

... Okay.

[he gives him a half smile as he finishes that, and his hands stay from wandering too much.

this is another thing he's not sure he's good at, but it's something he'll listen to. he shifts to the side of Griffin, letting his hips hit the mattress, his fingertips dragging lightly across his face.]

Whatever you say, Griffin,

[he wouldn't fight this. wouldn't try to create more distance to avoid that feeling of tenderness.]

[He couldn't help it. When Jason caresses his face, Griffin chuckles - or maybe it was closer to a giggle? Just, a soft laugh of pure, earnest delight at being treated so tenderly.

He's just happy.

Even this much, it made him happy.

He nestles closer to nuzzle against Jason's face and reaches for his hand]

...This is nice.

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