rusty_kink | Prompt Post: The Magnus Archives #1

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From: (Anonymous)

(Note: The words “cunt” and “clit” are used for Jon’s genitalia here, and “cock” and “folds” are used for Tim’s.)

Tim had forgotten his phone, which was the only reason he was at the Magnus Institute at 8 PM on a Tuesday.

He walked past Jon’s office on his way to the break room, just as he did most mornings. He heard whispered voices in Jon’s office, but he didn’t really take note: Jon usually stayed late, and if Jon had happened to have forgotten something and come back for it like Tim did, Tim would just look stupid chastising his boss for staying too late again.

He managed to get back to the break room and retrieve his phone without incident, but he paused just outside of Jon’s office, hand hovering over the door. He’d already decided not to intervene… but anyone else being at work at 8 PM on a Tuesday seemed just too sad to be allowed to continue.

Then he froze. That wasn’t Jon’s voice. It was Martin’s.

What the hell was Martin doing in Jon’s office? Late or otherwise. As much as he’d known, Martin was still jumpy when Jon so much as looked in his direction.

“Martin-“ Tim hears, just as frustrated as ever. “Why are you here?”

“Look, Jon,” Martin responded, with a soft thud that sounded like someone being lifted onto a desk. “If you were just honest about what you wanted, all you had to do was ask nicely.”

“I don't- I don’t want this, Martin, get off me-“

Tim heard the wet sounds of kissing and felt his heart sink to the pit of his stomach. God, this was making him wince. Sure, he’d known Martin was sweet on Jon, but he’d never imagined Martin capable of… whatever this was. Then again, if he was wrong… but what else could it be? Maybe they were having some kind of argument?

“Martin. What would you have me do? I’ll do anything, please just-“

“Hmm. Well…” Tim heard footsteps from inside as Martin continued, “I think maybe I’ll just start with this.” And, okay, that was a smack if Tim had ever heard one. “I think maybe you should be punished a little for being so rude to everyone today.”

“Martin!” More kissing sounds, which turned to gasping as they broke apart. “I’m… please… I need…” So… maybe Jon was okay?

“I think you need to be touched, Jon. You’ve soaked through your poor jeans. I think maybe I could touch you, if you just admit you want this.” That… sounded a lot less okay.

“Martin, please…” Jon’s breathing was labored now. “Please, I’ll walk out of here, and we never have to tell anyone about this, I promise.”

“Still denying it?” Martin said, almost teasingly. “Well, you’ve already ruined those pants. No shame in getting them off.”

Jon made an affronted noise as Tim heard clothes rustling from where he was standing. He rested his hand on the doorknob.

Martin sighed. “Can’t exactly walk out of here now, can you?” he said quietly. “Let’s see what you’re working with. Been using toys lately?”

“Martin, I don’t see how that’s any of your-“ kissing sounds again.

“You’re still soaked, Jon. Maybe I’ll just give your poor little cunt what it’s so clearly desperate for.”

Okay, that did it. Tim didn’t care what the circumstances were or not, if there was even a tiny chance that this was what he thought it was, he had to get Jon out of there.

“Jon, c’mon, I’ll get you home and I promise we won’t have to talk about this,” he said, crossing the office in a few quick paces. As he’d assumed, Jon was currently sitting around his desk, pants tangled around his ankles.

“Tim, what?” Jon asked. He glanced quickly back at Martin inquisitively, but the sheer terror on Martin’s face seemed to make him wince. “Tim, stop!” he said, twisting his hand away as Tim’s own hand closed around Jon’s wrist. “We were doing a scene.”

From: (Anonymous)

Tim stopped. “..Oh.” Tim wasn’t sure if he meant that in the BDSM sense or the porn sense, but either way, he wished the ground would open up and swallow him. Where was one of those buried alive statements when you needed it?

“Did… did you think I was… Oh god, Jon, I’m so so sorry,” Martin whimpered, sinking down into Jon’s chair.

“Martin,” Jon said, gently beginning to run his fingers through Martin’s hair, “It’s alright, you were brilliant, I’m alright, see? Martin, it’s alright,”

Tim was already getting a headache. “Okay, so… what kind of scene?” he asked. “Forgive me for asking, but… I never exactly took either of you for the kinky type.”

“Well, basically, I called Martin into my room for a performance review, and he’d screw me over my desk to show me who the real boss was here. We were here at a stupidly late time because we assumed no one would be here,” Jon said, letting go of Martin. Martin seemed, for his part, a little less anxious as Jon explained.

“Alright,” Tim said, holding up his hands. “Look, I really wasn’t trying to be an arse here, I just… I knew you’re ace, Jon, and I wanted to make sure-“

Jon sighed for a good five seconds. “Yes, I’m asexual, no I do not experience sexual attraction, yes, I am capable of experiencing arousal,” he started rattling off. “No, this is not how I actually view myself or Martin, no, Martin would never say this to me in real life, yes, I had these kinks long before I met Martin, yes, I find some sense of fulfillment from my boyfriend treating me as a wet hole to fuck and pretending to discipline me in front of the entire institute. Now, if you would allow me to leave with a single shred of my dignity intact, I would appreciate it if you stopped blocking the door.”

“Wait.” Martin was still in his chair, even though Jon was making a valiant effort to pull him towards the door. “Boyfriend?”

Jon paused. “Martin, we’ve been having sex for two months.”

“No, I’m aware, I just. I’m glad you see me that way,” said Martin, smiling genuinely at Jon, and god, why had Tim ever even been worried?

“I mean, we don’t have to if you wouldn’t want to,” Jon said a bit too quickly, and Martin just beamed at Jon like he was the most beautiful thing in the universe.

“You want to be my boyfriend,” he said, crushing Jon in a hug.

“Yes, I love you very much, Martin, but let’s get home so we can finish the scene,” Jon said, squeezing Martin’s hand.

“Well…” Tim said hesitantly. “I feel really bad about what happened. So… I could help out with the scene, if that’s what you two would want.”

“…Help?” Jon said, but he sounded more curious than offended. “Help how?”

“What’s your safeword?” Tim asked, and Martin and Jon shared a look before Jon nodded.

“Dewey decimal,” Martin said.

Tim smiled to himself, but said nothing. “Sorry to interrupt, Martin,” he said, taking hold of Jon’s wrists as he pulled Jon’s belt out of his pants, reaching up to bind his wrists over his head.

“Now look what you did,” Martin said, sliding a hand inside Jon’s underwear again. “You’re so desperate for someone to screw that you’ve gone and given us away.”

“But I-“ Jon started to say something, but Tim quickly shushed him.

“No more buts. I’m just going to wait here,” he said, leaning against the desk, “and make sure you’re getting fucked properly.”

“Oh, you like that, don’t you,” Martin said, running his finger down Jon’s cheek in a mockery of kindness. “You just want everyone to see you for the slut you really are.”

Jon whines at that, eyes flicking between Tim and Martin. “Martin..” he tries again.

“Well, no sense in waiting,” Martin said, tugging down Jon’s underwear and rubbing his thumb over Jon’s clit. Jon pressed into Martin’s touch.

Tim we uncertain what to do for a moment, until Martin added “Pull his hair, he loves that,” and Tim ran his fingers through Jon’s hair before he closed his hand into a fist, and Jon keened.

Tim started to press the heel of his palm against himself, trying not to interrupt the scene, until he heard “Be good now, don’t come,” and he jerked his hand away before realizing Martin was talking to Jon.

Jon was a mess, now, wrists secured above his head, hair falling loose around his face, shirt half-unbuttoned and three of Martin’s fingers stuffed inside of him.

Tim hears, “Martin, Martin, don’t let me,” and sees Martin pull his hand away even as Jon makes a small, wrecked noise from the loss.

“See, he can be trained,” Martin said, rubbing small circles into Jon’s back with the hand that wasn’t currently coated in Jon’s slick. “If you fuck him often enough, he might even stop dripping everywhere.”

Martin takes himself out of his boxers, resting his cock against the base of Jon’s stomach but not putting it in.

“Does he deserve it yet?” Tim wonders out loud, idly toying with one of Jon’s nipples. “I mean, he was giving you kind of an awful hard time there, Martin.”

Jon shoots a glare at Tim, then turns back to Martin.

From: (Anonymous)

“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.

From: (Anonymous)

(Op) this was so great!!!! I loved the scene, thanks for the fill!

From: (Anonymous)

That was much cuter than I thought it would be! I love that Jon tells Tim that Martin is his boyfriend before he tells Martin. What an adorable dummy with canon-typical people skills.