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for corkscrewed: back from the trip

[ continued from the events detailed here ]

[ They're back. And of course, it's back to the Institute. With the jetlag and the time changes, it's kind of a blur when they get there.

Regardless, Jon had gone right up to Elias's office and there'd been a Discussion that had happened there, one which had been conducted very quietly and very much with the door closed. Jon had come back, looking satisfied but anyone actually watching would note that his hand remained clenched tight into a fist along his side for a few hours afterwards at certain intervals.

Jon 'shares' the news with everyone as to what that might have been about by walking in from said meeting, making his way over to Martin's desk, leaning over, pressing a kiss into his hair, reminding him to be careful with his arm, and slipping into his office. Which is, possibly the worst way to do such a thing but when has Jon ever worried about doing things the worst possible way don't answer that.

This led to some shouting outside of the office but Jon has work to do and Martin knows where he is if he needs anything. He's handled the worst of it; as he'd told him before, Martin would be the one responsible for handling the, er, the rest.]

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[ martin swallows, his throat a little tight, but it's far too late to back out now. he licks his lips, more sheepish than he wants to admit as he brushes his lips against jon's chin. ]

--your, um, hand? Instead of mine. And- hearing your voice, while you- it's just- it's a pleasant thought.

[ Jon’s hand, careful and deliberate, slides down from Martina’s side to his hip, let’s his thumb dip down to glide lightly along the line of the bone. ]

Just my hand? [ The smile is in his voice, audible in the dark ] since I’m assuming my mouth is up to other trouble?

[ martin exhales, and the sound is much more audible than he means for it to be. there's a catch of surprise in it, and he shifts again, kissing jon solidly on the mouth. ]

Your mouth is always up to trouble, Jon.

[ but it seemed... impolite to admit. seemed like it would be- well, below jon, as stupid as that sounded. ]

I wouldn't- couldn't ask for that. Unless I knew-

[ he makes a strained little noise. ]

I won't be selfish with you.

[Part of the answer is in the kiss back, in the way he leans into it, holds onto him, the other part comes after, when he can see Martin’s thoughts flitting around wildly, and that comes with fingers against his chest, lightly directing him to lay back, lay down, and relax.

Jon is smaller than him, but more solid, compact. Strength was not his stock in trade, but the fingers were firm enough, sure enough. Especially as he reached down to undo the button if Martin’s trousers.]

I very much would like to. If you’d like.

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I, um-

[ he yields to jon's fingers, lying back and lifting his hips just slightly. it's dark in here, too dark to easily see expression, but martin is propped up on his good arm and staring down at jon regardless. ]

Yeah. [ it comes out a little hoarse with sudden desire, and he clears his throat to try again. ] Yeah, I would- like that. Very, very much.

[ Jon doesn’t start there, though. He starts by leaning up and taking Martin’s lips in a firm, pleasing sort of kiss. Then his hands are gently gliding down Martin’s torso.

Regardless for the moment, he starts downward. Starts kissing his way along Martin’s chest, eyes flicking up between every few kisses. He’s taking his time. ]

[ martin's hand drops down to the back of jon's head as he starts his way down. it'll be easy for him to feel the way his heart his pounding in his chest now, his face flushed and his breathing already carefully shallow. ]

You really- really weren't teasing, huh.

[ stupid to talk, maybe, to risk ruining the moment, but the silence is agonizing. ]

[ There is, to Jon's imagining, very very few ways that Martin could ruin the moment. A somewhat awkward aside in an attempt to say something, anything, when the silence is pressing around something so fraught as this... suffice to say it would be the grossest sort of hypocrisy and of the places where he practices such hypocrisy, this isn't one of them.

It does tell him, however, that he'll need to talk. To give Martin something to hold onto during all this. It's good information, and he puts it to use while he smudges a few kisses against Martin's belly. His hands are busy slipping inside the waistband of his trousers, fingers ghosting along the top of his thighs before hooking his thumbs over the edge to pull down. ]

This. What we're doing. For me, it's about... intimacy. And that kind of teasing- [ another couple of kisses while he works on shifting the trousers down and away ] is tantamount to lying. It gets in the way of intimacy. Real intimacy.

Do you understand?

[ martin would be amused at how much this feels like a lesson, a Teachable Moment from archivist to assistant, if jon weren't quite literally tugging his trousers down. he lifts his hips from the bed to help, and it's possible that he's a little distracted by the warmth of jon's mouth against the tender skin of his stomach. ]

Yes, I do. I understand. [ if he sounds croaky, it's because he thinks that he has literally has never been more turned on in his entire life than he is in this moment here, with jon's face slowly descending the way it is. ]

God, Jon.

[ his good hand is returning to jon's hair, not to push or guide to grab, but just to touch him. ]

[ One of the ways that Jon can handle this, all of this, is a strict divorce between this relationship and their work relationship. The two are entirely different things to him, which is why for him, this is merely a matter of communication, of coming to an understanding. How he processes things, how he handles things, what feels good and right to him; he knows it's different than most people, an entire shift of perception. But he knows how words can work well enough to allow people to experience a different perspective. He does believe in that, regardless of some of the problems he's also found with the system.

He hums, soft, against Martin's hip, into Martin's hip, the light buzz of vibration there something of a warning as he hooks his fingers carefully around the undergarments beneath to tug them out of the way as well. Careful, so careful, breath ghosting over him, against his skin, the slow slide of material punctuated by the tip of his finger to help guide things out of the way.

Jon looks up for a moment.]

Martin.

[ Just his name, just the once, before his lips begin to run along the sides, the bottom curve.

Testing. Learning. Breathing him in and experiencing, all of it. It's as much for him as it is for Martin; this isn't some quick job done to satisfy and mollify him. This, moments like this, are intensely enjoyable for him as well. Just... differently. ]

[ just the sound of his name in jon's voice like that, down there in the dark, is enough to twist his insides up. martin doesn't feel seen very often, knows that for a long time he'd allowed himself to just exist, to get by - but this, now, with all of jon's attention focused with laser-strength on him, he finds himself shuddery and flushed. ]

Yes, Jon.

[ he is bare and exposed and vulnerable, and every touch of jon's fingers or lips is pure electricity as he slides one of his feet nervously against the sheets of jon's bed. he swallows, and the sound is incredibly loud in his own ears. ]

Please.

Of course, Martin.

[ It's been a while since he's done this. Since he's been with anyone, of course, but also since he's really wanted to do this for someone. And he does very much want to do this for Martin, with Martin. If he had any doubts, the way Martin's gone shuddering and warm, the way it feels as if every inch of his skin is that much more sensitive-

There is something intoxicating to it, something he enjoys about learning what makes Martin shift or gasp or shake. He likes the scent of him, even through the faint metallic tinge that their travel had laid over him somewhat, the hints of ozone aftertaste.

His fingers slip away from the curve of him, to Martin's inner thighs, featherlight movement leaving them to spread with the thumbs near the center. One he leaves there, while the other moves a little closer to reach in, below, to run carefully over the sensitive skin there and the soft form of his sac. He's got a feel for the size, the weight, a good idea of what he'll be doing as his mouth finally closes over the head, and he'll take it slow. Steady. Methodical, even, as he takes the time to figure out what Martin likes and dislikes, what gets the most reaction, the best reactions.]

[ it doesn't surprise martin at all that jon is careful and methodical about this. jon has always been very, very good at learning secrets, and there are no secrets of martin's left to keep.

there's no point in trying to be coy about what he likes, and the rest of his shyness evaporates the moment that jon slips him into his mouth. there's a muttering stream of appreciation.

he doesn't know if jon is just very good at this, or if it's been so long that he's starved for touch, or if he's really just that in love with him, but every moment is exquisite, and he flexes his fingers in jon's hair in a way that he hopes is grateful and encouraging. there's a bit of strain obvious in the way he's trying to not lift his hips. ]

God, I love you, Jon.

[ The only response that Jon has to that is the same one he gave before: Martin's name spoken against him, around him, with such deep affection, almost desperate want. He can't, he won't say he loves him. It would, to his mind, be a lie, even if his heart keeps insisting that's what this is. But he won't say it. He won't say something he can't agree on in his own head.

But he will take Martin deeper, eyes flicking up at him before focusing on his task again as his hands start to carefully fondle his balls. ]

Bloody hell-

[ and martin is going to stop trying to think, stop trying to analyze things. jon cares about him, and is - clearly willing to do quite a lot to make him feel good. between the mouth on his cock and the feeling of his name being rumbled around him, his breathing grows rockier.

and he does enjoy himself for a while, sinks into this delicious and warm feeling, tries to imprint the memory of jon's hands and mouth on him - but eventually he can feel that spring in his stomach starting to tense, to coil, and he makes a desperate little noise in the back of his throat as his hand sinks into jon's hair again. ]

Baby-

[ a weird, blurted pet name for a warning. ]

[ Jon takes that as a prompt to dip in further, press his tongue down to take him in as far as he can go. One finger presses just behind the sac, coaxing in time with the suction, and his focus is entirely on what Martin is doing and how close he seems to be. He knows it's soon and he's prepared. ]

Ahm-

[ he'd been expecting jon to pull away, to put some distance there, and instead- well, martin is absolutely done for, his toes curling in the sheets as his upper body lifts just slightly from the bed. he climaxes harder than he can remember in a long time, catching his breath with a few panting gulps as the tension in his muscles relax. ]

Um.

[ he's going to need a second. ]

[ Jon swallows before pulling off carefully, drawing his hands away, petting along the sides of Martin's leg before pushing himself up on the mattress and letting himself settle beside Martin. His hand drifts up to stroke up and down Martin's chest as he takes his second.]

Take your time. I'm not going anywhere.

That was-

[ martin clears his throat, glancing over at jon. he's flushed and sheepish and sated, pretty obviously, and he reaches up with his good hand to cover jon's. holding it, stroking the back of it with his thumb. ]

...intense.

That is how things tend to go, yes.

[ He's kind of an intense individual. And as he'd mentioned to Martin before, that intense connection... it's what he enjoys, what he thrives on. It's where his enjoyment comes from. Watching Martin, taking in his pleasure, how affected he was, how much he felt, how he feels... ]

As you might imagine, I don't exactly do 'casual' either.

[ martin exhales hard through his nose, nodding. he gives up after a moment, turning onto his side to try to catch jon in a deeply grateful kiss. ]

And, um- you're sure, you'd prefer, no reciprocation?

[ He will happily accept the kiss with a soft chuckle, fingers in Martin's hair again until he pulls back to speak. ]

Not of the same sort but I'd certainly enjoy- hmm.

[ He considers it seriously before his eyes light up a little.]

I don't suppose you'd be opposed to a backrub?

[ They dim a little as he reconsiders. ]

It could be something more of just touches if you're feeling a bit boneless. Or sleepy.

S'long as you don't mind that I've only got one good hand.

[ he really doesn't care how boneless or sleepy he's feeling right now - he will chase that light in jon's regardless of how tired he's feeling. he kisses him again, gently, before pulling away. ]

Roll over.

[ because while jon is doing that, he's going to resituate his own undergarments and kick his trousers the rest of the way off. ]

[ Jon still has most of his clothes on, so he takes the opportunity to sit up enough to carefully undo his shirt, fold it, toss it onto the chair nearest the bed. The undershirt goes next before he shifts a little to undo his trousers and his belt, both of which are shucked off and folded and tossed on top. It leaves him in his boxers as he settles on the bed again with a tilt over to Martin. ]

Careful with your arm.

'Course.

[ he waits for jon to get settled, still warm and sedate, before he shifts to carefully straddle him. he braces his hand against his shoulder, leaning down to press a kiss right between his shoulder blades, before he leans up and begins to massage him.

he isn't rough, but he isn't quite gentle, either; jon spends a lot of time stressed, and a lot of time at a desk. if he can find tension, he's going to try to loosen it up. ]

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