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Prompt Post: The Magnus Archives #1

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Jon normally doesn't do sex/kink/etc. But he's decided to give something a shot with Martin--maybe sex, maybe something kinky without direct sexual contact. Jon is in the more dominant position in what they are trying.

The problem is that Martin is, despite being into it, more nervous about it than Jon. He's certain Jon is going to regret this, even if Jon suggested it. So every other minute Martin insecurely babbles out something like "Are you sure? You don't have to do anything you don't want to! I won't mind, I won't think I'm unattractive or anything ahahhaha don't worry about my insecurities! I dont want you to feel pressured. Are you still sure? Do you still want to? Please don't feel like you have to continue!"

After this has gone on long enough, Jon gets irritated and tired of providing dozens of reassurances so he just stuffs Martin's mouth with a gag and proceeds from there.

+Jon can like or not like the activity they're into but he finds he DEFINITELY gets a kick out of making Martin Shut Up and mewl instead of second guessing Jon's every move.

+while the gag is unnegotiated Martin can still communicate consent with the rest of their activities (can nod, or make out "yes" or "no") and gives the go ahead if Jon checks in.

+Lovingly mean berating from Jon while Martin is gagged.

++If you can throw in Jon compelling Martin to answer questions while gagged and getting a kick out of that, I'll owe you my firstborn.

This is so hot 👀

Content warnings: Undernegotiated kink (obviously), asexual character (Jon) briefly questioning his asexuality due to eldritch horrors, very mild violence (mostly hair-pulling), Martin bent over with a bare arse and no spanking (which should, honestly, be a crime in itself, but Jon is new to this, cut him some slack, guys)

“Here.” Martin handed Jon his list. Jon took a look at it and frowned. There was a lot there.

Martin mirrored Jon’s frown as he looked down at Jon’s list. “That’s it?”

“I haven’t really given it much thought?” Jon said tentatively. “Most people just accepted that I didn’t have any interest and left it at that. I hadn’t exactly had much of a chance to experiment with anything but the most basic configurations before deciding that sex wasn’t really for me.”

“Okay, but I do need to know what not to do.”

Jon shrugged. “The idea is that I’m in charge, right? If something happens that I don’t like, I’ll stop it or let you know.”

“Like safewords?”

“Do we need them? I rather thought that any sign of distress would end the scenario.”

Martin looked nervous now. “Um. Okay. I’ve never really scened without safewords before, but we’re starting slow, I get it.”

“We could,” Jon offered, only for Martin to shake his head.

“No, no. I… I just really appreciate you doing this for me, and I want you to be as comfortable as possible.”

Jon smiled. Martin had accepted his lack of sexual desire without hesitation, had respected his limits without testing them, hadn’t asked for anything Jon hadn’t offered. Even this, a simple roleplay scenario in which Jon would be Jon (from four years ago) and Martin would be Martin (from four years ago) where the plan was for Martin to get off without Jon doing anything overtly sexual. As far as Jon understood it, his generally surly attitude and the callous insults and deprecations would work as a masturbatory aid for Martin to use as… inspiration.

Even if he’d been a more sexual creature, Jon suspected he wouldn’t have been able to understand that. But he didn’t have to in order to help. And he liked helping Martin. He’d already talked Martin through several wanking sessions, kissed him through a few more, and even held him a few times in bed, kissing the back of his neck as Martin quietly worked his cock under the sheets before bed. It was nice, knowing he was part of what made Martin feel good.

And it wasn’t Martin’s fault, that they were sitting here, exchanging lists of hard nos. Jon had been the one who’d accidentally compelled Martin into revealing how much Martin wished he’d been brave enough to act on his attraction to Jon when they started working together, while Jon had still thought him useless and weak. Jon had been the one who’d pressed Martin on why – who’d forced Martin to admit to his authority kink. And Jon had been the one to suggest that. Well. Maybe they. You know. Could.

Which led to this. This, at least, had been mostly Martin’s idea. He was nervous, Jon could tell, that this was going to push past one of Jon’s boundaries. Jon couldn’t see how it would, given that he didn’t plan to do much more than talk, while Martin did all the work, but reading through Martin’s list, he could tell that Martin had a much broader appreciation of what was possible.

“I’m very comfortable with this, Martin,” Jon said. He tugged Martin down for a brief, reassuring kiss. “But I’m confused why you put ‘blindfolds, open parentheses, not other restraints, close parentheses’ on this list. I thought we’d agreed on a workplace roleplay, and we didn’t exactly have anything like that in the Archives.”

Martin gave a small, shaky laugh. “I, uh, just wanted to be thorough?”

“You certainly have been. Have you tried all of these?”

“Not all of them. Some I just know I won’t like.”

“Ah.” Jon was secretly relieved that Martin wasn’t quite as widely experienced as he’d assumed. He certainly was more experienced than Jon was, but that wasn’t a surprise. “Alright, so the basic idea is that I should berate you like I did, and you would…”

Martin shifted uncomfortably. “Um. Take advantage of it, I guess? Would be the best way to put it.”

“And then afterwards, we’ll have chocolate and fruit and drink water because of the endorphin drop.”

“Yeah.” Martin had set all that out on the counter, easily accessible. “It can be pretty intense. I mean, I don’t think it’ll be that intense for just a little roleplay and, uh, and maybe you roughing me up a little?” Jon raised an eyebrow. He certainly hadn’t been physical during his first year as Head Archivist. “I mean, if you want. You don’t have to, just… I wouldn’t mind.” Martin shifted again, and Jon realized that he was getting excited just thinking about it. Well, it wasn’t as though Jon was either strong or skilled at physical activities, so he was as likely to make a fool of himself as he was to actually hurt Martin. And, if it made Martin squirm like that just thinking about it…

“Alright. Well, that explains the ‘no blades or bloodletting’ item.”

“This was a stupid idea,” Martin said, grabbing his list from Jon’s hand. “This was… Yeah. I’m sorry, I’ll just, let’s just go back to the way things were, okay? Things were good, right?”

Jon didn’t have the heart to tell Martin that he’d already memorized the list. “Things were good, Martin. But that doesn’t mean they can’t get better. We have a second chance here, away from the Archives and Jonah Magnus and Peter Lukas and everything that has tormented us for the past five years. I want things to be as good as they can. I want you to be as happy as you can be. If this will make you happy, I want it. Please.”

Martin slumped. “God, Jon, don’t do that. Don’t beg me for something I want.”

“Then stop worrying about it,” Jon said. “I’m already looking forward to the strawberries and cuddles once we’re done.” Martin still looked uncertain. Jon wrapped his arms around him. “It’ll be fine, Martin. Let me do this for you.”

“Okay. Okay, but you have to stop if you’re uncomfortable with anything, alright?”

“Agreed,” Jon said, smiling gently up at Martin. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Martin said, pressing a soft kiss on Jon’s lips as returned Jon’s embrace. They kissed for a short while before Martin started pushing Jon towards the living room. “Or we could just make out on the couch like teenagers.”

Jon laughed, his breath catching as Martin nipped at the edge of his jaw. He very much enjoyed curling up on Martin and kissing until their lips tingled. Martin was comforting and solid and soft and Jon was never more relaxed then when he was as wrapped up in Martiny goodness as he could get. But this wasn’t about him relaxing. This was about him giving Martin something that would make him happy, something that should be easy enough. After all, Jon had been an abrasive arsehole for the better part of a year without even trying.

So Jon allowed himself one more moment of sincerity as they approached the couch. “You’re wonderful and I adore you,” he murmured against Martin’s lips before pushing him away. Martin looked at him with kiss-reddened lips and wide eyes and Jon ruthlessly stamped down the part of him that wanted to soothe him.

“How many times have I asked you not to leave your things lying around,” he said instead. His tone was mostly mild, just slightly impatient, as he tried to get back into the mindset of a new Head Archivist. Martin blinked at him, clearly taken aback. “If we’re being forced to share this space, I’d expect the basic courtesy of tidying up after yourself.”

Martin’s eyes darted around the mostly barren room, before alighting on his poetry notebook and pen on the small coffee table. “Um. I’m sorry?”

“Apologies are worthless,” Jon snapped, slipping more easily into his old persona. “You still haven’t fixed the problem.”

“R-right,” Martin stammered, scrambling as he gathered up his things, holding them to his chest as he looked around for somewhere to store them. “Uh…”

Jon snatched the notepad and pen from Martin’s hands. “I’ll handle it since you seem incapable of doing so.” He shoved them onto a random shelf, hardly more put away than they’d been. “Honestly, Martin, your natural incompetence only excuses so much.”

“Oh. Oh!” Martin said. “Right, I… yeah, I’m sorry, Jon.” Martin’s eyes lit up. “I’ll, uh, I’ll try to do better.”

“See that you do,” Jon said. He folded his arms across his chest and waited. Martin seemed to be picking up the thread of the game now and grinned before settling his features into a more contrite expression.

“I’ll, uh. I’ll just make us a cup of tea, then?” Martin said timidly.

Jon rolled his eyes. “Tea, Martin? Really?” On the other hand, he did kind of want one. “If that’s the best you can do.”

“Right.” Martin darted out of the room, his shoulders hunched in clearly submissive body language that Jon, to his shame, easily recognized. He stopped before reaching the kitchen and turned around. “We’re, uh. We’re doing the roleplay now, right?”

It was sweet of him to check in. “Yes, Martin. We are.”

“Right! Good! Just checking. I’ll go fetch the tea, then, shall I?”

“Be quick about it,” Jon said, some of his momentum lost and unable to suppress his fond smile. Martin grinned back and dashed out, and Jon took a few deep breaths and tried to recenter himself and find his inner jerk. It was uncomfortably close to the surface.

While Martin prepared the tea, Jon prepared the scene. He turned on his laptop and opened an empty word document. There was no reception in the safehouse, so it wasn’t as though he could actually do anything, but the set dressing had its importance. He also purposefully spread out some papers far away from the laptop. With nothing else to do, Jon started typing up elaborate revenge fantasies against Elia-Jonah Magnus, which quickly devolved into him just typing insults in the hope that Jonah might have taken that moment to snoop. It was just engrossing enough that he managed to pull off distracted and irascible when Martin walked in with the tea.

“Um, where should I…” Martin said hesitantly, leaning forward with his arm outstretched, looking for a place to put the tea down. Jon kept typing nonsense and watched him out of the corner of his eye, waiting for him to get into the perfect position.

There. “Just put it anywhere,” Jon snapped, waving his arm wildly enough to catch Martin’s hand, making him slosh the tea over the papers. Perfect. “Martin!”

“Sorry!”

Jon stood, ready to unleash the tirade he’d prepared. “You’ve ruined hours of work! You–”

“Wait, stop a moment, is your hand okay?”

“I. Yes?” Jon’s brain stuttered to an awkward halt. “What?”

“The tea,” Martin said, immediately putting both cups down and checking Jon’s hand and wrist for injuries. Well, for new ones, Jude’s handprint was still etched in scar tissue, confounding the search somewhat. “Did any get on you?”

“No,” Jon said. “And you know I take it with enough milk that it’s hardly scalding.”

“Good, good,” Martin said absently, finally satisfied that Jon was unharmed and released Jon’s hand. “Right, well. Um. Back to it?”

All of Jon’s careful work was ruined, and there wasn’t even genuine irritation to inspire the mood back. He was mostly bemused. “Alright, just give me a moment to get back into character.”

“Or we could just have some tea? Maybe watch a movie?”

“Martin, do you really want to do this?”

“Of course!” Martin said, perhaps a little too quickly. “I mean, I asked for it, right? I’m just making sure you’re okay with, with everything.”

“I’m fine. And, I know we said anyone could stop anytime for any reason, but if you could trust me to stop if I need to and only stop if you’re uncomfortable, that would help.”

“Right! Right, sorry.”

“Alright, then.” Jon tried to pull himself back together. “You should clean that mess up, I suppose.” He had to admit, his heart wasn’t really into it now.

Martin seemed similarly put off. “We could just drink it? It’ll get cold if we don’t.”

That wasn’t the point! “Martin…”

“I’m just saying! And then maybe we could talk about this some more?”

“Talk more? We made lists!”

“Yeah, but then I sprung the whole roughing me up thing on you, and I feel like we didn’t explore that as thoroughly as we could have.”

“Then I won’t do it, if you don’t want me to.”

Martin shook his head. “No, I do, I really do, but I know physical contact isn’t really your thing, and it’s not like you’re getting anything out of this anyway. I’m really just good with you yelling at me – that was great, by the way.”

“Martin…”

“And I don’t want you doing anything you’ll regret later, especially if that means you get uncomfortable with the other stuff we’ve been doing.”

“Martin.”

“I’d rather never get off again than stop cuddling with you and, and it’s fine! If you don’t want to do this with me, it was silly and selfish of me to bring it up and–”

Jon reached up and clasped his hands firmly on either side of Martin’s jaw, holding his head in place so that they were forced to make eye contact. “Martin! Do you want this?”

“Yes. So much. I’m just scared of scaring you off.”

At least Jon didn’t need to put any effort in sounding impatient and irritated. He was genuinely both. “Take off your shirt, you adorable idiot.”

Martin immediately did do. Jon took his shirt and twisted it into a think rope as he considered his options. “Nod for yes, shake your head for no, and tap me twice if you want to stop.”

“What are you–?” Jon cut him off by shoving the middle of the twisted shirt into his mouth and tying it off behind Martin’s head.

Martin’s eyes widened, and he made some unintelligible noises behind the makeshift gag. Jon stepped back and looked him over. “Are you okay?”

Martin nodded.

“Are you ready to hear how annoying you’ve been?”

Martin’s eyes somehow managed to get even wider, and he nodded more vigorously.

Jon smiled, and knew it looked mean. “Then let’s get started.”

It was difficult to decide where to start. Martin looked surprisingly pretty all trussed up, and Jon couldn’t help but remember that, apparently, restraints weren’t out of the question. Something to consider for another time.

Jon placed a hand on the center of Martin’s chest and just let it rest there. Martin made a questioning sound, and Jon suddenly, intensely, wanted to find out what other sounds he could make. “I think I’ve been more than patient with you,” Jon said, his voice almost threateningly calm. “I’ve indulged you in your list-making, and considered using unnecessary safewords, and tolerated your overprotectiveness. I’ve allowed you to interrupt me several times, never for any good reason, and listened to you fret about the stupidest things.” He started slowly walking around Martin, keeping his hand on him, sliding over his pectoral and shoulder, around to his back. “Do you seriously think that anything you did could make me love you less? That there’s something that could take away my joy at being with you, being close to you?” Martin made a muffled sound of protest and Jon reached up with his free hand and yanked on a fistful of Martin’s hair, forcing his head back at an awkward angle so that Jon could hiss in his ear.

“Do you seriously think my feelings are so fragile that they’d shatter from an accidental misstep?” Martin whimpered and Jon tightened his hold in his hair. “There is nothing, nothing, I wouldn’t do for you. This?” Jon leaned forward and nipped hard at Martin’s ear. “This is a pleasure for me to give to you, even if I have to force you to take it.”

Martin’s breath was coming fast and hard, his chest heaving. Jon could just barely see tears forming in the corner of his eye, but instead of reaching back to tap out, Martin’s hands were moving towards his crotch, towards the visible bulge there.

And that was the point, wasn’t it? For Martin to get off to Jon being a little mean and a little rough. Jon really should just let Martin get on with it.

But he was enjoying himself too much to end it so soon.

“Don’t,” Jon snapped as Martin’s hand almost pressed against his cock. “I’m not done with you yet.” Martin made a soft noise, submissive but not desperate, and let his hands fall back at his sides. Jon released his hair only to grab the ear he hadn’t bitten and pull Martin out of the living room. “You’re awkwardly tall, and I want to look you in the eye when I’m lecturing you.”

Martin made a small yelp when Jon grabbed the ear, and a soft whine as Jon led him by it, but otherwise didn’t complain. Because he couldn’t. Because Jon had gagged him. This was lovely.

As soon as they got into the kitchen, Jon shoved Martin forward, bending him over the kitchen table. Martin grunted as the edge of the table dug into his gut and his elbows hit the table with an audible crack, but he didn’t move from the position Jon forced him into. Jon considered him for a moment.

“No point in ruining these,” he said, reaching around Martin to undo his trousers. “Can I take them off?”

Martin nodded.

“Pants too?

Martin hesitated, then nodded more slowly.

Jon was careful not to accidentally stimulate Martin’s cock more than necessary. Still, Martin hissed as his cock sprung free, more than half hard without even being touched. Jon smiled at the evidence that this was going according to plan. “There,” Jon cooed absently. “See how much better it is when you’re good and quiet for me?”

Martin’s cock visibly twitched at that, and Jon smirked. “Is that how it is? So it’s not just scolding that gets you off.” Martin moaned and wriggled a little and Jon couldn’t quite suppress his laugh at how cute he was.

“As amusing as this is, I’m still annoyed with you,” Jon said, leaving Martin’s trousers pooled around his ankles. He sat himself beside Martin’s head, positioned so that he could easily make eye contact and still see Martin’s erection bobbing freely between his legs. He took a moment to take in the whole picture, Martin gagged and essentially otherwise naked, bent over the table, hard and eager with drool seeping through the shirt, darkening it. “You look lovely like this, by the way.” Martin moaned again, and his fingers curled against the wood of the table, Jon smirked. “After we’re done here, I’m curious to see if I can make you come as easily with compliments. But for now.” He grabbed Martin’s hair again, yanking his head up. “I want to make sure you understand how very irritating you’ve been.”

Martin tried to nod, and Jon tightened his grip in response. The sound Martin made was higher pitched than any of his previous ones, and Jon felt his stomach flutter in excitement at it. “I am a grown man,” Jon said. “I’ve had a long time to learn my preferences, as long as you have, and I know myself.” Not entirely true, but Jon was happy fudging this. “I don’t appreciate it when my partner.” He yanked on Martin’s hair, making Martin yelp. “Who I adore.” Another yank. “And trust.” A harder yank, one that pulled a few hairs out. “Thinks he can make my decisions for me.”

The noises coming out of Martin’s mouth sounded like a mixture of desperate apologies and pleading. But Jon couldn’t understand them, so he didn’t have to react to them, did he? His stomach flutters were turning into a kind of pooling heat. “I will indulge your anxious over-preparing as much as you want, I will even answer open and honestly any questions you have for me outside of sex. But once we’re started? I expect you to trust me in return.”

Martin’s sob was mostly absorbed by the gag, but the tears running down his cheeks were clear enough. Jon wiped them away with his thumb, even as he maintained his grip of Martin’s hair. “You’re crying. God, you’re gorgeous like this.” No, focus. “You’re crying, but you haven’t tapped out, so I’m going to keep going.” Martin tried to nod, losing a few more hairs in the effort. “Because I trust you to know your own limits. As I expect you to trust me to know mine.” The satisfaction of watching Martin come undone so beautifully for him warred with the ongoing frustration he felt at Martin’s condescension. “Honestly, Martin, what were you thinking?”

Still crying, Martin tried to answer, his enunciation garbled by the gag. Jon felt a shivery wave of pleasure roll down his spine as he didn’t get an answer to his question, and realized what he’d done. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to–” Martin frantically shook his head, and Jon frowned as he tried to interpret that. “Don’t do that again?” Martin shook his head at that. “…do do that again?” Martin nodded. “Are you sure?” Martin nodded more vigorously. “Alright I…” No one, save for Jonah Magnus himself, had ever successfully resisted Jon’s compulsion, and Jon hadn’t exactly been in a position to appreciate it. Especially when Jonah had looked at him with half-lidded eyes and called the sensation ‘tingly’. No, Jon hadn’t exactly appreciated it then.

He was more appreciative now. Especially if Martin was experiencing the same nice, tingly sensation that had so pleased Jonah. “If there wasn’t anything in the way, if my, my preferences better aligned with yours, what would you ask me to do?”

Unexpectedly, Beholding translated this time, allowing Jon to understand what Martin meant without hearing the words. Still, the pleasure that rolled through Jon was unabated, even as Martin’s fantasies filled his mind. And there were a lot of fantasies. Martin’s cheeks flamed red as he recounted them, even with the gag in the way, and he squirmed more and more frantically as he recited them. Jon wasn’t very experienced, but he was pretty sure there were at least a few things on Martin’s mind that were physically impossible. Still, they kept coming, and Martin’s excitement was more and more apparent, even as Jon was losing himself in his own pleasure.

“I love you,” Jon said, leaning forward to pepper kisses on Martin’s forehead and cheeks and eyelids. Martin kept talking. “We’ll have to get you a smaller gag,” Jon said between kisses. “I want to kiss your lips.” Martin kept talking. “You’ve been so good,” Jon murmured. “So sweet and patient for me. So agreeable. So lovely.” Martin kept talking. “Touch yourself for me, Martin.” He leaned back. As much as he wanted to keep kissing Martin, he wanted to watch him more. “Come for me, love.”

Martin’s hand flew down to his cock and started desperately pulling at it, with no finesse or restraint. He continued speaking, even through his orgasm, even as he slumped off the table and onto the floor. Jon gathered him up and laid his head in his lap and started stroking his hair as Martin continued trying, and failing, to fulfil Jon’s compulsion. By the time he was finished, Jon’s leg was starting to fall asleep and the sun had set.

Jon carefully untied the makeshift gag, smoothing over the reddened skin where it had dug in, and gently massaged Martin’s jaw. “How are you feeling?”

“Completely wrung out,” Martin said. “My head hurts and my jaw aches and I can taste blood, and I think I sprained something in my groin I came so hard. That was amazing, but a lot more than I was expecting.” He frowned. “Hey.”

“Sorry. It’s hard to stop once I’ve started.” Jon smiled. “So. Amazing?”

Martin groaned. “Yes, yes, I’ll trust you next time.” He cracked his jaw. “A smaller gag might not be the worst idea.”

Jon felt his smile widen. “So you’re willing to do this again?”

Martin muffled his laugh against Jon’s thigh. “Yeah. I could be convinced.” He looked up. “You know you’re hard, right?”

“Hmm?” Jon looked down and, sure enough, he was. “Huh. That’s… unexpected.”

“Want to do something about it?”

“No, I don’t think so,” Jon said contemplatively. He wasn’t sure what had provoked it – the satisfaction of hearing Martin’s gagged noises, his obvious desperate pleasure, or the failed compulsions. He worried it was the latter, another way The Eye was influencing him, albeit a rather more benign alteration than usual. “Do you want to stay here, or should I get the water and snacks?”

Martin shook his head. “Stay here. I’ll come with you as soon as I can stand up, but I don’t want to stop touching you.”

Jon recalled the one item Martin had underlined on his list. “I promise I won’t leave you alone.”

A small shudder ran through Martin’s body, barely perceptible from where he was pressed against Jon, and he relaxed further into Jon’s lap. “Thanks.”

“Oh, Martin,” Jon said, so achingly tenderly that his voice hurt. “Of course, love. Anything for you.” He bent down and kissed Martin’s forehead. Anything.

OP here and HOLY FUCK. This was sweet and hot and everything I wanted. Ugh, the hair pulling while Jon told him off for being annoying... perfect. And the compulsion through the gag!!! Wonderful. Expect my firstborn delivered to your doorstep.

Thanks! I was wondering how the compulsion would happen, and then I remembered that Jon is delightfully careless. This was one of those prompts where scenes just jumped fully-fledged into my brain, so kudos for that!

Also FUCK Jon's fake work just being typing up revenge fantasies and insults at Jonah is a Superb detail.

He saved the document when he and Martin had fully recovered. There was some good stuff in there!

Thanks!

oh i love this

Thank you!

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