[M] Rude Awakening

Jason blinked at the sight in front of him, surprised at what he found in the small time he was out of his room... True it was just over an hour and a half - it takes time to decide on today's outfit (he went with a floral dress and denim jacket, it was summer after all), finely curl his hair so each strand set correctly into place, and then do his make-up to add more to his effeminate look.

Overall, he wondered if he faffed around to much with his looks, his vanity getting the better of him?

He glanced over to a mirror to check himself out. No, he definitively did not need all that time in the bathroom. But it did help enhance his looks.

Checking himself out for another second, he then turned back to the sleepy lump on his bed.

Lips curling, he crawled slowly on top. He leaned down, taking moment to admire the werewolf below him. The inked male was slightly enduring while sleeping. Leaning further down, his grin stretched as he waited a moment and then blew hot air into the werewolf's ear.

The muscular man gave an incredibly unappealing grunt of unconscious surprise, mumbling something incomprehensible under his breath as he rolled over, still lost in dreams.

He curled up into a ball, burying his face in the pillow as a small trickle of saliva ran down his lower lip.

"Mmmnytooearlyferwrrrkkkgerofffnnnn."

"Attractive."

Jason, disappointingly, poked the other male's cheek before looking at the pillow.

The bigger male suddenly seemed less enduring.

"And on my pillow too. It could be marked with stuff much more interesting."

He poked a shoulder blade, and then pushed between the limps to poke his stomach.

"Wake-y wake-y~! The moon is shining, and it is a glorious night!"

He sang it obnoxiously and loudl. He straddled the other male, bouncing a little to make the bed rock and squeak annoyingly.

The lycan let out an undignified squawk, his body jolting upright suddenly.

He blinked hazily at the vampire for a moment, brain blurrily trying to function in the midst of exhaustion and alcohol.

"Jace? Whaddaya doing in my room?"

He groaned in annoyance as he came to a realisation, shifting away slightly uncomfortably. Great timing.

"Gerroff." he growled, cheeks flushing a little.

He found himself tumble back, a little ungracefully, as the werewolf jolted up. He could not help but let out a short laugh, before quickly perching back in front of him. Legs crossed, but still exposing his groin, clothed shamelessly with lacy underwear that leaved little to the imagination.

He raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow.

"Your room? I think you will find that not only you are in the wrong room, but also the wrong wing."

He eyebrow was raised a little higher at the flushed cheeks. It was a first to see Damien flustered - and it made his enduring again.

Eyes flickering down, his lips curled in realisation.

He purred.

"Looks like you have a problem there~? Do you need help with it~?"

Against his better judgement, his eyes locked in on the man's lace-clad crotch in a concrete gaze, cheeks flushing even deeper when he found himself unable to look away.

Eventually, he forced himself to roll over beneath the man, burying his face in the pillow to avert his eyes and disguise his arousal.

"'Msleeping."

Truth be told, he didn't know why exactly he was embarrassed this time. They had slept together before, it was more that Jace had just seen him so unguarded that time. He wasn't used to it. He had built up his fences to stop having vulnerable moments like that.

He did catch him looking, and it made his grin widen.

Thighs spread either side the small of Damien's back, while his hands rested on his shoulders. Essentially, he was pinning him down... Although, considering there difference in strength, he was sure this won't do much.

Thumbs dub small circles into the shoulder blades as he leaned down, pressing his lips against the taller male's ear.

"Don't you want to play~?"

He gave a childish pout before tracing the shell of Damien's ear with the tip of his tongue.

He gasped softly at the rush of hot air against the shell of his ear, head falling down against the pillow in resignation.

"So this is what I get for stumbling into your bed, huh?" he grumbled halfheartedly. He shifted under the vampire's body weight.

"No rest for the wicked, I suppose." A grin creased his face as his head tilted back uncomfortably to look at him.

"What did you expect? Me just letting you lie letting you snooze there and not taking this opportunity?"

Although, he never really used his bed that often other then for sleeping. Most of the time, when he had sex, it was just were he met up with the other person...or persons.

Humming, he bent and nipped Damien's lower lip, tugging at it a little. His hand smoothed up the werewolf's back, and tangled into his hair. He did not pull at it.

Yet.

He kissed him back, a little slowly, less roughly than usual. There was none of his usual eagerness to assert dominance. It was too early for that kind of effort.

"Not expecting as such. More like wishful thinking."

Not that he meant it of course. It was just grumpiness on account of being woken up. That, and his reluctance to show any kind of eagerness or affection.

He wouldn't get attached.

"Aw, you hurt my feelings." Jason jokingly whined.

He was a little disappointed with the lack of force on Damien's side. He tightened his grip and yanked his head a little further back.

"Do you really dislike our get together?" He purred in Damien's ear before gently sucking and biting on it, waiting for his answer.

A small gasp choked at the back of his throat, allowing his head to be yanked back although he let out a quiet warning growl.

"The activities weren't bad, just a shame you're a complete asshole."

The growl became shaky as teeth, tongue and lips caressed his ear, tongue lapping out over his lower lip wolfishly.

His hips pressed down against the mattress slightly, feeling himself slowly start to become aroused.

"Oh, you hurt me so."

His lips traced down his tanned neck, sucking on it gently to leave small red marks in his wake. Nothing too glaringly obvious, you would only see them if you knew they were there... Or studying his neck to the obsessive extent.

Feeling the body move beneath him, his lips curled a little in satisfaction.

His free hand skimmed beneath the werewolf, feeling the ripple of muscle along his stomach.

He groaned softly at the sensation of lips on his skin, head tilting back a little further instinctively.

"That was rather my intention."

His hips pressed down against the mattress slightly more insistently, a shudder running through him at the light touch.

Jason let go of the American's hair and lifted himself so he was sitting, still straddling the werewolf's back. He felt his own body rock as Damian's own moved, making his own underwear feel tighter.

"Tch, so mean. That is not the right was to treat a lady."

He heard a satisfying whack behind him as he brought his hand down on Damien's thigh.

Looking behind him, his lips twitched with a smirk as a red print was left as proof of the slap.

His muscles relaxed slightly as his hair was released, head dropping down to rest on the pillow.

A small snort escaped him. "Lady? The way you're acting, the word "whore" would be more appropriate."

He gasped, body jolting. And a small whimper as the sting started to kick in, not quite having expected the pain.

Fingernails delicately ran over the heated patch of skin.

He mockingly knitted his eyebrows together and pouted. The insult did not really bother him. Really, he would readily admit that he did sell his body. He liked sex anyway, so why not make money out of it? But for all points and purposes, he will humorously pretend that the comment stung.

"That was a bit uncalled for, don't you think?"

He brought his hand suddenly back down on the skin before his nails resumed to caress the skin.

"Say you're sorry."

He shivered lightly as a cool hand caressed his heated skin, back arching into the touch.

"Just telling the truth."

The man yelped in surprise as the hand came down against his backside again forcefully, jolting.

His body relaxed back down against the mattress. The sting had started to kick in. Fuck, that had hurt. He shifted slightly as nails caressed his skin, a small smirk creasing his lips.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt your feelings? Whore."

"Quite a bit."

He brought his hand back down on the flesh. There was a satisfying crack that split his face with a grin. That was harder then the last two.

He smoothed over the skin, skimming over the soft skin of the back of his knee teasingly before leaning back up to press his hand over the reddened skin.

"Maybe I should gag you so I don;t have to here you insult me every sentence?"

He was leaning low again, lips against the American's ear. Hands on both of his shoulders, fingers working into the muscle.

A choked noise caught in the back of his throat as the hand came back down on his stinging flesh hard. A shiver ran down his spine at the soft brush of fingertips over the back of his knee, jerking faintly.

A soft hiss sounded as hands pressed into the sore flesh.

"You wouldn't dare. You're too much of a little bitch."

"Oh, what gave you that impression?" He asked as he searched under the bed to grab a box.

It was a make-up box. Black with a silver clasp to hold the lid down - much different from the one he normally used; white with coloured powders and orange smears.

With a hint of a smile, he placed it on Damien's back and began to shift through it until he found what he wanted. Shutting it and throwing it under his bad, he leaned back down on Damien's back, half pinning him so he could not look behind him.

He nipped the shell of Damien's ear.

"Well?"

He shivered pleasantly as teeth nipped his ear, tongue darting out over his lower lip.

"Well, you're too much of a pussy to fight, for starters."

It was common knowledge throughout the mansion that Jace didn't fight. He was bitchy, and had no problems with causing arguments, but actual fighting? No.

"Oh yeah, and you're a complete weakling."

He knew he could throw Jace off if he really wanted, but he happened to be rather enjoying taunting him. Plus the massage was rather nice.

Jason hummed.

"A pussy and a weakling? Why, aren't you creative."

Dressing in skirts and dresses would of toughened him to those insults... If they of never of bothered him in the first place. Well, after he gotten over the need to be seen as 'manly'.

"Do tell me more of how I am a 'little bitch'."

He leaned back, nails back onto the cooling skin, dragging lightly over it, slowly going lower and lower to brush over the sensitive skin.

"Aaaand you always pick fights that you know you'd get crushed in if it weren't for your good fortune of being able to transform."

He let out a shaky breath as nails dragged over his skin, head dropping to rest against the pillow.

His leg twitched away as Jace touched the back of his knee, grumbling under his breath.

"But at least I don't whimper from nails running across my skin."

That was a slight lie, but he just wanted to provoke a reaction from the 'manly' werewolf.

"Like this."

He followed the twitching leg, drawing small circles lightly into the skin.

Jace liked watching the werewolf squirm - it was entertaining and it made his breath become shallow and his pants a little tighter. The other man could be called enduring, again.