“Well,” Martin points out matter-of-factly, “you were saying earlier you didn’t want me, Jon. So. What is it? Because I don’t have to fuck you right here, y’know,” he said. “Maybe I’ll stick a toy inside of you and let you wear it around all day. Or maybe I’ll just leave you here, open and willing and wanting, all night and come back in the morning. See how much of a mess you make.”
“Martin…” Jon whimpered as Martin pressed his cock against Jon’s stomach, just slightly.
“What do you say, Jon?” Martin asked. “Is that another no?”
“Martin… please,” Jon finally exhaled, “Please, I need your cock, I want you inside of me, please let me come, please,”
“There we go. Now you’re being honest,” Martin said as he pressed himself inside Jon.
Tim leaned in a little more so he could gently stroke Jon’s clit between his thumb and index finger. Jon buried his face in Tim’s shoulder.
“He won’t last if you keep that up,” Martin said, beginning to thrust into Jon.
Tim withdrew his hand.
“I didn’t say you couldn’t do that,” Martin added, “but I won’t stop fucking him if he does.”
Tim replenished his efforts, until he felt Jon tense under him and then crumple as the force of his orgasm hit him.
Jon taken care of (at least for the moment), Tim took a moment to admire Martin fucking Jon. He thrust into him with slow, gentle, careful thrusts, like being inside Jon was a treat that he really wanted to savor. Jon had to be oversensitive by now, but he didn’t say anything, just clung to Martin as tightly as he could.
“It’s okay, Jon,” Martin said softly, pressing a kiss to Jon’s neck, his collarbone, every part of the side of his face that he can reach, “we’ve got all night,” and Jon whimpered.
“Didn’t take you as that mean, Martin,” Tim remarked.
“I’m not mean,” he said, wrapping an arm around Jon’s back. “I’m just being gentle.”
Jon almost sobbed.
“Why don’t you come sit on his face,” Martin said, continuing his almost agonizingly slow pace. “You deserve to get taken care of too.”
Tim hesitated for a moment, but he couldn’t deny that he was turned on. He tugged down his pants and his underwear as Jon laid back against the desk again before straddling Jon’s chest, pressing himself against Jon’s mouth.
Jon lapped at his folds, pressed his tongue to Tim’s cock, and Tim exhaled shakily. He wondered for a moment if Jon was going to pull back, tease him in the same way he’d been teasing Jon this whole time, but he continued lapping at him and after a moment Tim couldn’t really think of anything.
He moves off Jon to realize Martin was still thrusting slowly in and out of him.
“Martin,” Tim said. “Still not done yet?”
“In a moment,” Martin said, pressing a feather-light kiss to Jon’s forehead.
“You’ll break your toy if you keep this up,” Tim said- more playful than serious, but Jon was starting to claw ineffectively at the surface of the desk.
Martin nodded, and very gently started rubbing at Jon’s oversensitive clit in between kissing his lips. “Next time,” he promises, “I’ll get to kiss every inch of you,” and there were tears running down Jon’s face as he trembled his way through another orgasm by the time Martin pulled out, Martin’s come leaking out of Jon.
Tim and Martin laid down on either side of Jon, Martin gently rubbing circles into his back. “You were so good, such a good thing, you’re so wonderful,” Martin said gently as Jon’s breathing slowly steadied.
Tim held Jon as Martin rummaged around in the bag sitting next to the desk, came back with a package of wet wipes and started to wipe the sweat and come off of Jon’s oversensitive body.
“Seriously, though, we should get out of here before someone else finds us,” “We should probably get some sleep,” Martin said, petting Jon’s hair.
“…In the Institute?” Tim asked.
“No,” Martin said. “At my flat.” He started to button up his pants and re-fasten some of Jon’s buttons. “Would you care to join us?”
Tim hesitated. “Yeah, that’d be nice, actually.” He glanced towards Jon. “Can you… stand up?”
Jon and Martin bought laughed as Martin scooped Jon into a bridal carry. “If Martin had his way, I’d never have to walk anywhere again,” he said quietly.
“What. Is it a crime that I like carrying my boyfriend?” Martin said with a smile.
Martin squeezed Tim’s hand slightly as they left Jon’s office.
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Re: Fill: Jon/Martin/Tim, CNC, Humiliation Kink 3/3
Date: 2021-01-07 09:23 pm (UTC)“Martin…” Jon whimpered as Martin pressed his cock against Jon’s stomach, just slightly.
“What do you say, Jon?” Martin asked. “Is that another no?”
“Martin… please,” Jon finally exhaled, “Please, I need your cock, I want you inside of me, please let me come, please,”
“There we go. Now you’re being honest,” Martin said as he pressed himself inside Jon.
Tim leaned in a little more so he could gently stroke Jon’s clit between his thumb and index finger. Jon buried his face in Tim’s shoulder.
“He won’t last if you keep that up,” Martin said, beginning to thrust into Jon.
Tim withdrew his hand.
“I didn’t say you couldn’t do that,” Martin added, “but I won’t stop fucking him if he does.”
Tim replenished his efforts, until he felt Jon tense under him and then crumple as the force of his orgasm hit him.
Jon taken care of (at least for the moment), Tim took a moment to admire Martin fucking Jon. He thrust into him with slow, gentle, careful thrusts, like being inside Jon was a treat that he really wanted to savor. Jon had to be oversensitive by now, but he didn’t say anything, just clung to Martin as tightly as he could.
“It’s okay, Jon,” Martin said softly, pressing a kiss to Jon’s neck, his collarbone, every part of the side of his face that he can reach, “we’ve got all night,” and Jon whimpered.
“Didn’t take you as that mean, Martin,” Tim remarked.
“I’m not mean,” he said, wrapping an arm around Jon’s back. “I’m just being gentle.”
Jon almost sobbed.
“Why don’t you come sit on his face,” Martin said, continuing his almost agonizingly slow pace. “You deserve to get taken care of too.”
Tim hesitated for a moment, but he couldn’t deny that he was turned on. He tugged down his pants and his underwear as Jon laid back against the desk again before straddling Jon’s chest, pressing himself against Jon’s mouth.
Jon lapped at his folds, pressed his tongue to Tim’s cock, and Tim exhaled shakily. He wondered for a moment if Jon was going to pull back, tease him in the same way he’d been teasing Jon this whole time, but he continued lapping at him and after a moment Tim couldn’t really think of anything.
He moves off Jon to realize Martin was still thrusting slowly in and out of him.
“Martin,” Tim said. “Still not done yet?”
“In a moment,” Martin said, pressing a feather-light kiss to Jon’s forehead.
“You’ll break your toy if you keep this up,” Tim said- more playful than serious, but Jon was starting to claw ineffectively at the surface of the desk.
Martin nodded, and very gently started rubbing at Jon’s oversensitive clit in between kissing his lips. “Next time,” he promises, “I’ll get to kiss every inch of you,” and there were tears running down Jon’s face as he trembled his way through another orgasm by the time Martin pulled out, Martin’s come leaking out of Jon.
Tim and Martin laid down on either side of Jon, Martin gently rubbing circles into his back. “You were so good, such a good thing, you’re so wonderful,” Martin said gently as Jon’s breathing slowly steadied.
Tim held Jon as Martin rummaged around in the bag sitting next to the desk, came back with a package of wet wipes and started to wipe the sweat and come off of Jon’s oversensitive body.
“Seriously, though, we should get out of here before someone else finds us,”
“We should probably get some sleep,” Martin said, petting Jon’s hair.
“…In the Institute?” Tim asked.
“No,” Martin said. “At my flat.” He started to button up his pants and re-fasten some of Jon’s buttons. “Would you care to join us?”
Tim hesitated. “Yeah, that’d be nice, actually.” He glanced towards Jon. “Can you… stand up?”
Jon and Martin bought laughed as Martin scooped Jon into a bridal carry. “If Martin had his way, I’d never have to walk anywhere again,” he said quietly.
“What. Is it a crime that I like carrying my boyfriend?” Martin said with a smile.
Martin squeezed Tim’s hand slightly as they left Jon’s office.