Prompt Post: The Magnus Archives #1

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Re: Fill: Jon/Tim, inexperienced!Jon, teasing, praise kink 2/2

[(Anonymous)]

spoiler title

"Go on, then," Tim rose with the challenge, licking up into Jon's mouth, hands spread on his cheekbones. It was a very thorough kiss, one Jon answered with increasing boldness. Tim felt Jon's hands slide down over his ass, pressing their pelvises flush. It was a struggle not to just take up both their cocks in one slick hand--his hand itched with the need to--but no, have a little self control, and this could be something really special, he told himself.

He started as he felt Jon's fingers reach between his cheeks, and pulled away.

"One, bad angle. You'll kill your wrist. Two, let's not go in dry."

"You told me to." Jon looked betrayed.

"Oh. I was asking for some hot ancient pillowtalk." Tim reached for the lube. "Put out your hands."

Tim found himself focusing on Jon's hands as he slicked them. They were large for a small man. Long fingered, straight, short nailed. They were the most straightforwardly lovely part of him. Aside from his eyes, large and grave, with thick black lashes and dark rust-brown irises.

Now those eyes were shining with humor as Jon asked, "Anything in particular you want me to say?"

"Tell me my ass is your paradise." Rather than crumple and dirty their discarded clothes any further, Tim reached for the shelf behind him, and grabbed a bin of leftover rolled-up tee shirts from company picnics past to use to prop himself up on.

Jon rattled off a string of--well, probably Latin, though Tim didn't recognize a word. He turned back in time to catch Jon eyeing the stretch of his back, and grinned at him. He'd thought of a new game for himself--make Jon forget a language.

As Tim positioned himself, he said, "I liked the sound of that. Do it with feeling this time."

Jon crawled over where he was reclining and leant down to kiss him. He repeated it into Tim's mouth between kisses, his voice sliding into a timbre that seemed to resonate in Tim's bones. He suddenly knew what a crystal goblet felt like the moment before it shivered to pieces. He found himself arching his hips toward Jon quite unconsciously.

Jon looked down at him, naked glee on his face. "More?"

"Please."

Jon sat back on his heels, wiping his hards on one of the shirts, then struggling with the tube of lubricant again. "Hmm. How about--" This phrase was short, and one of the words called to mind phrases Tim had learned in Spanish and Italian. It was a startling word to hear come out of Jon's mouth.

"Mate." His voice was flat. "Did you just say you loved me?"

Jon laughed at his response. "No. I said you were adorable."

Tim grinned, repeating it back, to Jon's pleasure. "Maybe we'll both learn something today." He noticed Jon's eyes drop, a movement of his hand toward Tim arrested before it began. "It's alright. You can touch me."

"Thank-I mean, sure." Tim gave him an I-heard-that smile that Jon completely missed, because he was looking at the lower half of Tim like an extra-tricky crossword. Then he began to touch him.

Jon's fingers were firm and warm taking the measure of Tim without breaching the entrance. He began, just as gently as he'd handled Tim's cock, to stroke around the rim. Tim let himself lay back, relaxing. Jon said something low and cherishing.

"What's that?"

"'You belong on your back.'"

"Dickhead. Feel free to actually-"

Jon did. Felt like fore and middle finger. They slid in easily.

"Feels like you're grabbing me." Jon mused softly. "Hungry?"

Tim was going to make a smart remark, but Jon's fingertips grazed his prostate, and he went a little weak, nerves sparking. Jon noticed, and focused his attention on the spot, forcing his fingers deeper, massaging into it.

"I've never seen that look on you before." Yes, there was a definite note of smugness in Jon's voice.

"In...Latin." Tim breathed.

"I can speak Latin at you, poke your ass, or tug you off. Pick any two." Jon said tartly.

In answer, Tim reached down and started stroking himself. Jon obediently began muttering something repetitive and distracted-sounding that kept trailing off as he watched Tim. The intensity in his face would have been creepy if Tim hadn't been floating, body light and tingling.

Jon's fingers wouldn't keep the same rhthym for more than a few seconds at a time, and it was maddening, but then a hard press against his prostate would sync beautifully with the stroke of his own hand, and it'd wash through his skin like a billow of seafoam, and he was right on the edge of losing it, panting, body taut-

And Jon leaned down, lowering his mouth toward Tim's cock, the light catching his slick pink tongue, and that was it. It felt like it had come up through the bottom of his feet from the center of the earth.

As Tim raised himself onto his elbows, feeling dreamily untied, he wished he'd held out long enough to get Jon's mouth around him. But then he'd be deprived of the sight of Jon struggling with what to do about the mess on his face. He'd reflexively licked his lips, then realized with a glance at Tim, oh, that's disgusting and he's watching. Then he'd got his right hand halfway raised to wipe himself off before he remembered he'd just pulled it out of a butt, so that was no good either. He was about to grab one of the tee shirts, a heavy drop of spunk swinging off the end of his nose, when Tim decided to take pity.

Tim rolled upward to grab Jon by the wrists and pull him over his body, come dripping a trail from Jon's face to his own chest, then wiped him clean and pressed a kiss to his mouth.

"So it was good for you, I take it?"

"I want to ride you next," Tim said instead of replying. Jon was hot and iron hard against his hip. Tim wasn't sure he could get Jon to come again so soon, but he'd willingly break them both trying.

"Alright," Jon replied, licking his lips again. "Tell me what to do."

Tim pushed him onto his back and slicked him up, finally taking the opportunity to get a good look at Jon's cock. Even fully hard, his foreskin hadn't completely retracted. Must be tight--no wonder he'd come all over himself at the first couple strokes. The skin of the head peeking through was petal-tender and dewy-looking. Tim had wrapped his lips around it impulsively before remembering this particular lube was kind of gross tasting. Jon groaned, head falling back, and his own flavor cut through it as Tim circled the head with his tongue.

When he had Jon's attention again, Tim locked eyes with him and used his mouth to roll the condom down over his cock. People generally appreciated that, but he'd never heard a sweet, shocked little gasp like Jon's before. Tim retracted his lips, letting Jon's cock bob free. He'd been intending to give Jon his most seductive grin, but could feel his face forming some softer expression.

He crawled forward to straddle Jon's waist, kissed his speechless lips, then carefully positioned himself and sank onto Jon. No gasp this time. He didn't seem to have the breath for it. Jon's back arched, head thrown back, eyes fluttering. He made a gorgeous picture that way, the long graceful line of his turned neck flowing down through his slender torso. Dark, silver-streaked hair in disarray around his flushed face. Flush spilling down his neck to his chest, to the fernlike contour his dark body hair drew against his skin.

Tim placed a hand on Jon's chest, feeling the strong thump of his heart through his sternum, "How're you holding up?"

Jon's hand came up to clutch his wrist. "It's, um, it's intense."

"Yeah."

"I should be asking you."

"Good. Full, like, stuffed almost." Tim clenched around him, wanting to see if he could see it ripple through Jon's face. "It feels good if you're relaxed."

"Reh, um. Really?" His expression turned shy. "It's hard to imagine..."

"I can do you next time."

"Well! Um. So." Not going to tackle that one yet. "What do you want me to do now?"

"Oh, move your hips around a bit." Tim winked. "More Latin would be nice. I'll take care of the rest."

"Tiiiim," Jon groaned. "I was doing conjugations. I really don't know how you expect me to talk any sense in the middle of all this."

Tim decided it'd be a good moment to start moving. "I don't, but it's so fucking cute to see you try."

There was no chance of Tim getting a second orgasm out this quickly, but watching Jon writhe beneath him was better. As expected, he wasn't expressing himself with any verbal clarity, but his hands kept trying to talk to Tim. Jon reached up to caress Tim's waist as he moved himself up and down. Grasped his arm, entwined their hands. Jon's glasses flew off to the side at one point, and he didn't seem to notice. Face soft and reddened, hair wild, eyes bright and undefended, he looked his actual age.

The brush of Jon's cock against his prostate sent bright little shocks through Tim, his limp dick drooling the last of its load across Jon's sweet little belly. The movements of Jon's hips beneath him became frantic and irregular before long--not a moment too soon, because, fit as Tim was, his legs and abdomen were starting to ache from the strain. But there was no question of finishing it the easy way, on hands and knees. He had to watch Jon.

When Jon came this time, Tim wasn't going to let him hide his face. He pulled his arms away and held Jon's wrists, watching the expressions spill over Jon's face in a kaleidoscope of strain and abandon, until his breath caught and then he collapsed.

Tim leaned forward over Jon, letting his softening cock slide out of him. Jon could do nothing for the moment but breathe and blink up at him. Tim kissed his slack lips, shallowly at first, and then sliding his tongue in. Jon woke up and started kissing him back, slow and lazy. They were both sweaty--Tim especially, and where their bodies were pressed together, they didn't cool. It would have been wonderful to laze the afternoon away sprawled on the grubby floor of the supply closet. Except one of them should be responsible. Eventually.

"So boss," Tim said, fingers tangled in Jon's hair, "did we overshoot our hour?"

Jon slithered awkwardly out from beneath him, fumbling through his clothes pile until he found his watch.

"...no actually." He let himself thump back onto the mat. "I don't know how I'm supposed to get anything done this afternoon. I could sleep for a thousand years." He didn't sound too torn up about it. Good. Peering over, Tim could see him laughing softly to himself.

Tim redressed quickly and tidied the best he could. There were a couple things he'd be smuggling home that evening to clean. By the time he was done, Jon was becoming more sensible. He was redressing himself socks first.

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do with these," he said distastefully, pants dangling between two fingers.

"Let me have them."

Tim couldn't help laughing as Jon clutched them to his chest, looking shocked.

"I just meant I'm the one with a washing machine."

"Right."

He still winced, looking like he wanted to protest, as Tim balled them wetside in and stuck them in his own pocket.

The atmosphere between them grew heavy for a moment at the door, as they both tried to remember how to be boss and employee. Then Tim ruined the effort by noticing Jon's hair was still a mess and quickly finger-combing it. And then they both ruined it further with a kiss that felt like an end-of-date kiss. One of those lingering I-really-want-to-see-again ones. Tim, looking for something romantic to say, settled on that easy piece of Latin.

He got it very wrong, and Jon teased him all the way down the hallway and back to the office.

Re: Fill: Jon/Tim, inexperienced!Jon, teasing, praise kink 2/2

[(Anonymous)]

10/10 a+

Re: Fill: Jon/Tim, inexperienced!Jon, teasing, praise kink 2/2

[(Anonymous)]

I really like how... realistic(?) this is! Jon floundering with jizz on his face, Tim forgetting the lube tastes gross, all that little stuff that makes it feel real and human. Would love it if you posted this to AO3 so I could bookmark it!

Re: Fill: Jon/Tim, inexperienced!Jon, teasing, praise kink 2/2

[(Anonymous)]

Gotcha covered: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21489565