Demons of Hell (Closed, but stalkers are welcome~)

Met couldn’t help a mischevious grin under the other’s lips. “I’m sorry. But I don’t need your hoodie. I’ll be okay.”

"Let me say it clearly. I'm doing it for me." Jason laughs softly. "God. I don't know how I'm going to keep my hands off you if you keep this up."

Met scooched himself up a little. The towel drooped between his legs as he did so.
“I don’t want it, though. I also think you’ll be fine.”

"Met…" Jason turns red, turning away from the other.

Met blinked innocently up at the other. “What?”

"Please put the hooide on. You're way to tempting." He mutters, biting his lip.

Met gazed up at him, deciding to play at his strings. “Where should I put it on? On my chest… my waist?”

Jason shuts his eyes. "J-just somewhere to cover yourself." He mumbles, blushing a bright red.

Met gave out a little giggle and the towel drooped lower. “I don’t wanna. It’s cold but it feels nice.”

"Met! Please." He begs, before turning towards the other, kissing him quickly.

Met giggled wildly again, smiling against his lips. “Noo it’s so nice!”

"Put it on, or I'll put it on for you!" He cries.

“Nooo! It’s so nice and cold, the draft is so nice on my-“

Jason grabbed him pinning him to the bed. "Put. It. On. Or I swear to god I will make you have a reason to."

Met stopped giggling and color rose in his face. “M-make me.”

He smirks down at Met. "Oh really~" He purrs, his face inches from his.

Met’s phone buzzed at his hand but he ignored it. “Yeah… really. Make me.” Met’s voice was somewhat stronger.

Jason licks his lips as he stares down at Met. "You have no idea what I could do to you-" He's cut off by a sharp knock on the front door.

Met let out a faint groan of disappointment. He held fast to Jason.
“Ignore it.”

Jason looks down at the other, "Alright." He chuckles, smirking a little.

Met grinned back, his breath lightening. He shifted under Jason so that his legs came up from under the latter.

The knock came again. Jason looks up. "Could that possibly be your dad?"

“No, I just texted him. There’s no way he’s here.” Met wrapped his arms around Jason in an attempt to get his attention.

Jason looks down at the other. "Alright fine." He chuckles, kissing the other.

Met’s phone buzzed again as they kissed. Met curled his hands into fists and shut his eyes, kissing Jason back deeply.

Jason looks at the phone but ignores it, his hands gently traveling along Met's side.

Met rose his hips slightly as Jason trailed along his sides, exhaling gently between their kiss. This is where Met could pin actual bliss.

His phone buzzed again and the knock resounded across the house. Jason pulls away. "Honestly…"

Met relaxed into the bed with an angry groan. “Just… just go answer it… Get that over with…”

Jason nods and walks towards the door. He opens it to see a very irritated looking Seth. "Took you long enough." He grumbles. For someone so short, it mortally terrified Jason to see Seth that miffed. "S-sorry sir. I didn't hear you knock." He lies quickly. Seth rose an eyebrow before handing him a bag. "This has Met's clothes." Jason nods gratefully. "Thank you, sir." Seth's eyes narrow. "Treat my son well, or there's hell to pay, understand me?" He hisses. Jason nods instantly.