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gertrude_robinson ([personal profile] gertrude_robinson) wrote in [community profile] rusty_kink2018-06-02 12:37 pm

Prompt Post: The Magnus Archives #1

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Re: Fill: Jon/Martin, gagging, unnegotiated kink 2/2

(Anonymous) 2021-07-08 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
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.

Re: Fill: Jon/Martin, gagging, unnegotiated kink 2/2

(Anonymous) 2021-07-09 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
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.

Re: Fill: Jon/Martin, gagging, unnegotiated kink 2/2

(Anonymous) 2021-07-10 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
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!

Re: Fill: Jon/Martin, gagging, unnegotiated kink 2/2

(Anonymous) 2021-07-09 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
Also FUCK Jon's fake work just being typing up revenge fantasies and insults at Jonah is a Superb detail.

Re: Fill: Jon/Martin, gagging, unnegotiated kink 2/2

(Anonymous) 2021-07-10 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
He saved the document when he and Martin had fully recovered. There was some good stuff in there!

Thanks!

Re: Fill: Jon/Martin, gagging, unnegotiated kink 2/2

(Anonymous) 2021-07-13 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
oh i love this

Re: Fill: Jon/Martin, gagging, unnegotiated kink 2/2

(Anonymous) 2021-07-13 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you!