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"That's not as funny as you think it is." Jon says after the sixth time Martin steals his hat. The bastard doesn’t even make an attempt at wearing. No, this game is just about annoying Jon.
"Really?" Martin says. "Because I think it's hilarious."
"Give it back!" Jon says.
"Nope!" Martin says. "My hat now." He holds it well above Jon's head. Jon still jumps for it, even though he knows there’s no chance he’ll manage to grab it from that height - he’ll have to wait for Martin to let his guard down again.
"Give it back!"
"It looks better on me." Martin demonstrates by putting it on his head. His misstep, because Jon can reach that, and he quickly snatches it back.
"Hey!"
"Whatever. It doesn't even go with what you're wearing."
"Oh?" Martin says. "I need to wear a pink frilly skirt if I want to wear a pink woolly hat?"
"I like that it matches." Jon pouts at him.
"You're so cute." Martin says. And then he steals the hat again.
This time he holds it within reach. Jon just yells, and then he snatches at it. And falls into Martin's trap.
You see, the next thing Martin steals is Jon's wrists (and his dignity, just a little). And then Jon is being pushed backwards over the arm of the sofa. Jon can't help his whimper.
"I've got you now."
"Martin!"
"You're such a tease, you know." Martin says.
"I'm not!"
"Really?" Martin says. "You wanted me to keep stealing your hat. Otherwise you would have taken it off when we got home. Like you did with your coat and scarf."
"I-"
"What?" Martin says.
"You little fuck." Jon says. He pushes back against Martin's grip. But the other man just pushes down harder. Doesn't budge.
No. Not doesn't budge. Jon just can't make him. Fuck.
Now would also be a good time to mention how wet Jon suddenly is.
"Maybe I should teach you a lesson." There's something deep and growling in Martin's voice. Coincidentally, Jon's cunt is throbbing now.
"Oh. Oh no."
"Jon?"
"I can't get up." Jon whispers.
"Oh." Martin says. "Are you hurt? Do you need help? What should I-"
"No, Martin." Jon says. He pushes back again to no avail, just to demonstrate his point. "You're too strong."
"Shit." Martin says. "Sorry-"
"I don't want you to let me up." Jon says. He licks his lips. "Weren't you going to teach me a lesson?"
"You know, I was." Martin says. "Normal safewords?"
Jon nods.
"Well do it, then." Jon spits. He knows he’s goading Martin. Knows Martin’s going to punish him for that. But that’s the whole point.
"A little patience." Martin says. "I think-"
There's a moment where the pressure is off him, but before Jon can process it and try to move, he's being flipped over.
Martin captures his flailing limbs. Pins them in the small of Jon's back.
He's folded over the arm of the sofa. Jon's feet don't even properly reach the floor. It isn't until Jon feels Martin lift his skirt that he realises that Martin is pinning him with one hand.
"Wait! What are you - ah" Martin's hand lands with a crack.
"So you were jumping around with no panties on." Martin says. He keeps spanking Jon. "What a whore. You were asking for this."
"I was, I was." Jon says.
"Waiting for a big strong man to pin you down and fuck you."
"Are you going to..."
From the way Martin keeps hitting him, his arse must be nice and red by now.
"Fuck you?" Martin says. "What's it matter to you? It's not like you could stop me if you tried."
"Oh God..."
"You're so wet." Martin says. "It looks like you want me to."
"Please, just let me go." Jon says. Martin's already sliding the first finger inside him.
"I don't know." Martin says. "It sounds like you're enjoying this. Are you enjoying this?"
"I'm not-" Martin finds a sweet spot and rubs at it until Jon can only moan.
"That's a yes."
"Please let me go." Jon says, although if Martin tries to stop now, his boyfriend is in trouble for real. "I'll be good, I promise."
"Will you now?" Martin says.
"Yes."
"You'll stop being a silly, stupid slut?"
"I swear!" Jon says. It’s a bit of a white lie - he’s always going to be a slut for Martin.
"But what's in it for me?" Martin asks. "I'm enjoying teaching you your place. Sluts like you are only good for one thing."
"Please. I'll be good." Jon says. "I'll even let you use my mouth instead."
"Tempting." Martin says.
"I'm good." Jon says. "I can deepthroat and everything."
"It sounds like fun." Martin steps back for a moment. Jon hears his trousers unzip. Then he's back and forcing Jon's legs apart. "But I have a better plan; I'll just fuck you instead."