Oh jmart cnc makes me insane. I’ve written dom Martin sub Jon but thinking of the reverse, god… in a somewhere else scenario where Jon maintains his connection to the eye this would be. hhhghg. Martin has a lot of complex sexual anxiety and wants to feel like he’s not in control + pain play helps release tension. Jon, supernaturally powerful, wants to express his power on someone willing (and ofc to satisfy Martin). The scene gets really intense with Martin sobbing and begging and struggling, able to fight with his full strength against Jon who is supernaturally stronger than his small size should allow (though, not being at his full strength, it is genuinely a fight to retain control). It’s exhilarating until Martin abruptly gives up, Jon asks his color and it’s green so they keep going, but Martin just laying there quiet and resigned and sniffling is too much like the lonely and Jon starts to hate himself for his continued desire to hold him down and hurt him. Martin is too deep in subspace to actively check on him so Jon just ignores his own feelings and keeps going, spiraling deeper into self-hatred, why does it feel so good to bruise the love of his life, to use his unresponsive body like an object, what’s wrong with him— and suddenly Martin says red, red, and Jon stumbles back and falls shaking to the floor and Martin is with him in moments, wrapping him in a blanket, saying Jon what’s happened what’s wrong you look terrible you weren’t responding to me and Jon just has to sob for a while—his first time since arriving somewhere else. Martin holds him there on the floor for a while, and when Jon finally has wrung himself out, Martin tries to ask what was wrong but Jon can’t talk about it. Through quiet negotiation they end up back in bed, Jon reclining in a nest of pillows with Martin in his lap, slowly riding him, leaning on him, pressure and warmth and soft reassurances that it’s okay. Jon is so exhausted that he falls asleep the moment he comes, and when he wakes a while later Martin is curled around him asleep, and they’re still fitted together, a bit gross and sticky and Jon’s so sensitive but it’s safe. So Jon kisses the hand-shaped bruise he left on Martin’s shoulder, and goes back to sleep.