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Martin's hand was unnaturally cold where it ran up and down the inside of his thigh, raising gooseflesh in its wake; but Jon didn't care.
Martin was here with him, and they were safe. At least for now. The fingers that were carefully, oh so carefully stretching and teasing him were cold, but Jon swore he was going to warm them, to remove whatever hold The Lonely still had over Martin bit by bit, touch by touch.
He needed Martin to know he wasn't alone any more, that he was loved and wanted, so so wanted. Jon gasped as fingers brushed against the delicious spot inside him, and Martin gasped along with him, his eyes full of wonder as Jon moaned when he pressed more firmly.
“Is that ok, Jon?” Jon wanted to laugh, would have laughed if his mind wasn't so muddled by pleasure and warm, hearty affection. Martin worrying over him even now, while he's gasping and tensing around his fingers in clear enjoyment.
“Yes, yes it's good, Martin. R-really good.” He smiled at Jon's words, an almost bashful expression overtaking his features and Jon decided he needed him close. He raised his arms in clear invitation, beckoning him, willing him closer. Martin hesitated.
“I'll be too cold, you were shivering earlier. I don't want you to be tense while-”
“Please, Martin. Please. I need you here.” Jon interrupted, desperation clear in his voice and Martin couldn't fight it.
He shuffled himself to be beside Jon, slipping an arm under his neck and pulling him close. Jon tensed for a moment, anticipating the chill of his skin… but it never came. He pressed his hand to Martin's chest and nearly sobbed in relief.
He wasn't warm, per se, but the signature chill of The Lonely had all but subsided from his core that was now at room temperature at least. He choked out a laugh of pure glee, moving to press as much of his body to Martin's, wrapping his arms around his middle.
He could feel the parts that were still cold; the length of his forearms, his calves and his feet where they knocked against him, but he didn't care. They were almost there, almost free from the hold of the last few months of torment.
He could feel the tears now, warm and sudden running down his cheeks and he felt Martin tense as they dripped onto his skin.
“Oh god, Jon, a-are you ok? We can stop if it's too much.” He sniffled, cursing himself for acting so ridiculous in the heat of the moment, and turned to look up at Martin. He smiled at him and shook his head gently.
“Yes I… I'm fine. I think, it just hit me is all. And you're not cold, Martin. Your body it's… healing. And I'm just so happy.” After a moment, Martin smiled back down at him and Jon reached a hand up to run through his hair, pulling him down until their lips touched.
The chill was still there, and in that moment Jon was determined to fight it away with his own warmth, throwing his arms around Martin's neck and pulling him on top of him, kissing him with a fierce determination.
Martin choked out a gasp as he was pulled, bracing himself over Jon with his arms as their lips moved together, tongues passing between mouths in a gentle give and take.
Jon could feel tears welling up again as Martin's body pressed against his own, the solid weight a comfort and a reminder that he was here with him. Martin squeaked in surprise as Jon threw his legs up and around his waist, grinding their erections together with a roll of his hips.
Martin pulled back with a groan as he repeated the action, a sudden fire being lit in his stomach as Martin's eyes met his own, pupils dilated and filled with need.
“I need you, Martin. Now, please.” Martin smiled down at him, running a thumb across his tear stained cheeks before following the tracks with his lips, kissing his way down to his jaw before moving to sit back between Jon's legs.
Jon watched as Martin spread an abundant amount of lube over his length, looking back up at him for a final confirmation as he lined himself up. Jon responded by wrapping his legs back around Martin, pulling him ever closer, which seemed to send the message.
Jon's eyes rolled closed as the blunt tip breached him, stretching him to almost discomfort as he subconsciously reached a hand out to grasp for Martin with a gasp. Martin stilled, giving him a moment to adjust and taking Jon's hand in his own, bringing it up to his face to kiss the knuckles, before returning it to the bed, their fingers laced together.
He squeezed as he pressed forwards again, sinking his way in inch by inch, until their hips were flush and Jon felt fuller and more whole than he ever had. His eyes were scrunched shut, his breaths short and sharp as he willed his body to relax.
He felt a hand come to rest against his cheek, thumb brushing against his cheekbone, and he suddenly realised it wasn't cold, that the fingers touching him were almost warm as he cracked his eyes open.
Martin's cheeks were flushed, his mouth open and his eyes lidded as he smiled down at Jon who could only smile back in response.
“I love you.” He spoke without thinking, the words rolling off his tongue as he saw the first signs of tears pooling in the corners of Martin's eyes.
Remaining seated, Martin moved until he was over Jon, the gentle press of his weight comforting as they settled at eye level. It was then that Martin made the first slow roll of his hips, and Jon's mind went blank, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of Martin's cock dragging against his walls.
With each slow, deep thrust he was gasping, gripping on to Martin as if he was the only thing keeping him grounded, his only tether to the here and now. Martin must have sensed this as he started to speak, low and soft against his ear.
“It's alright, I've got you. Just focus on me, nothing else matters.” And he was right, wasn't he? It was only them here now, only this moment with their bodies connected and pressing and rocking that mattered.
So Jon let go.
He felt his body relax into it, be swayed to the push and pull of Martin's movements as their bodies moved together, dragging out sounds from Jon's chest he didn't know he was capable of making.
Every thrust set him alight with feeling, spreading up his spine and filling him with a euphoria so deep he thought he might be drowning. But Martin was there, holding him and moaning with him, chasing the same high and soaking in the same bliss.
He reached up to grab his hair, to pull him down and press their lips together, to swallow his moans and give them in return, to taste him and feel him as every movement came closer to overwhelming him.
He could feel it now, building in his gut and he gasped.
“M-Martin. Martin, I'm close, so close.” He felt Martin shift and panicked that he was going to move but he didn't, and instead he felt a tight pressure on his cock as Martin started to stroke him in time with his thrusts.
His whole body tensed as he was driven closer and closer to his peak, Martin's hips moving with purpose and precision as he willed Jon over the edge.
“I love you too, Jon. Fuck, I love you so much, you feel so good, ah-” Martin didn't get to finish before Jon was spilling over his hand, clamping around him as he came with a wail, squeezing Martin inside and out and, in only a few more thrusts, he followed suit, spilling into Jon with gasping breaths.
Jon groaned as Martin slipped out of him, collapsing onto his side next to Jon as they both caught their breath, soaking in the afterglow of their joint climax.
It wasn't long before Jon had shuffled close to press himself back against Martin, nuzzling his face into his chest as arms wrapped around his small frame.
He could feel Martin's warmth now, as is radiated from his skin, and under any other circumstance he would be uncomfortably warm; but right now, he needed to soak it in, bathe in it and protect it.
A hand started stroking through his hair gently scratching at his scalp in a way that sent tingles up his spine.
“I've got you, Jon, don't worry. I'm not going anywhere.”