Jon's jacket draped over the back of his chair. Shirt cuffs unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up to the elbow.
Martin having a slight crisis because now he's losing it over the sight of /forearms/ of all things.
The constant war about leaving the back door open.
"It's a security risk"
"It's hot"
"It's hotter outside than it is in here"
"But there's a nice breeze"
"And if another dog waltzes in here?"
I'm thinking about how stuffy it must get in the Archives in the summer. Basement room, few (if any) windows. Some of the more delicate documents might be in a climate-controlled room, but probably not all of them.
i love you horny transmascs never ever change
Wifi is good. Can you toss a few hot chips in your laundry hamper tho? For no particular reason.
(I'm hungry.)
We love you too! (and we're haunting an undisclosed location in your home.)
Sometimes it ends once Jon has a mouthful of bitter and salty. Other times, it goes on past that, soft cock in Jon's mouth as he drifts, not quite asleep but not exactly awake either.
More often than not, it ends with Jon unsatisfied, with the promise he'll get to come next time.
The more drawn out it gets, the more likely Jon is to have a reaction of his own.
He knows better than to do anything about it. If he comes completely untouched, that's fine, but he has to keep his hands to himself.
If he's been very good, he gets a shin to grind against.
It's never fast.
Well, it may be fast for a few minutes, but it doesn't stay that way. An ebb and flow between sucking and just resting with a cock on his tongue.
Sucking cock is a marathon, not a sprint. A little self-discipline is worth it to watch the way Jon slips into sub-space.
Jon looks good with a cock in his mouth.
In such cases, it rarely remains just fingers that end up in Jon's mouth. But when he's that good at looking up blearily through his lashes, who can be blamed for wanting to put his mouth to better use?
And Jon's positioned so well. Barely needs to move once the fly and button are popped for him.
When those fingers delve into his mouth, though, that's mimicing something else.
It doesn't happen every time. But often enough, Jon ends up with fingertips dragging across his tongue, so deep that he's had to train himself out of his gag reflex. He knows to just let it happen.
If Jon's being particularly becoming, he ends up with fingers in his mouth.
Privately, Jon considering his lips being fondled to be the equivalent of a kiss. It's a long way to crane down, so this is an acceptable comprimise. Sometimes, he kisses the fingers back.
A massage really does chase the stresses of the day away. Jon gets firm fingers pressing into his neck and shoulders when the wrinkles on his forehead are deeper than usual.
Once or twice, he's even fallen asleep from it. It's... an unsual treatment for insomnia.
Of course, touch is subjective.
It's rare that Jon doesn't get fingers carding through his hair when he's knelt with his head in a lap. There's a reason he's required to take it down before they start.
Sometimes he gets fingers to his skin too. Cheek and forehead and neck.
Every part of Jon should be on display. It wouldn't do to let him hide away, especially in a way that could conceal how much being put on display... *effects* him.
There to be looked at an admired, but only touched if he's really earned it.
Of course, most of the time when Jon does this, he doesn't get to wear any clothes at all.
And why should he? There's nothing wrong with showing off scarred skin. He's earned those, just as he's earned any bruises and bite marks that may have been hidden under those sensible clothes.
Sometimes he's helped into a different sort of clothing. The sort that involves a scrap of lace or silk. The sort that can be called 'adornments' rather than any kind of functional clothing.
But it's just so *pretty* on him. And he's a credit to his dom, looking submissive and soft like that.
Exactly what Jon wears varies.
Sometimes he's helped into soft and comfortable clothing. Well worn sweats and elastic waistbands. Things warm enough that he doesn't break out into gooseflesh.
Sometimes he's left in whatever underwear he was already wearing.
A soft smile as they wrap the long snake of leather into a neat spiral, telling Jon he's been so good that he hasn't earned any licks with the belt today.
(Unless, of course, he wants them. There's a signal for that. But that's a different sort of scene.)
Of course, fully clothed isn't the only way to do this. And those office clothes look so uncomfortable, don't they?
A good dom would take Jon's jacket from him. Would unbutton the fastidious cuffs and collar of his shirt. Would unbuckle his belt and pull it free.
Perhaps he does it fully clothed.
Office slacks getting wrinkled as he kneels. Sensible work shoes toed off and placed neatly beside him. Tie loosened by the forgiving hand of the one he kneels before, because of course Jon isn't allowed to choose how he does this.
Head pillowed on his lover's lap. Hair spilling like silk over their thighs.
Content to rest. Content to stay. Content to be a pretty thing kneeling on the floor, there only to be petted and cooed at.
His joints aren't what they once were. There's a pillow under his knees and if he's down there for long enough, he'll probably need someone to help him back up.
Thinking about Jon on his knees.
Have you ever considered learning taxidermy?
I am once again thinking about them.
(Them = Jon's tits)
The only time Jon's managed a bit of stamina was when Martin decided to give him a handjob without ever touching Jon's cock. Took over an hour, but he eventually managed to come totally untouched.
Even the times where they've tried to have Jon bottom have left him shaking apart on a prostate orgasm while Martin tried to prep him.
(That's okay. Martin liked how trembly and oversensitive Jon was when he let Martin fuck him after. Found out tears turned him on.)
Not just limited to Jon topping for penetrative sex, oh no.
First time Martin touched his dick Jon just about exploded. And even now a hand job only lasts a couple of minutes. No time for Martin's jaw to get sore when he blows Jon.
