2025-02-11 2:17:59 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

sparks-out:

> sparks-out:

> > Y’know what I think Jon might like somnophilia from both ends.

> > Just. Getting to enjoy someone else’s body. No fuss, no awkwardness. No having to worry about their pleasure. Just grinding against someone until he finds release. Fucking into them with a strap until he cums. Whining softly as he rides their cock. No worries about embarrassing himself. About reciprocation. About anything more complicated than feeling good, enjoying the ability to touch without restraint.

> > Of course he likes the reverse, too. Getting to please someone else, letting himself be used. Don’t need to worry about making them feel good, about doing a good job, about being enough. Only knowing he’s been used when he wakes up to the taste of slick or cum in his mouth, on his skin. To cum leaking from one of his holes. His agency stripped from him, lying back helpless and oblivious as somebody else helps themselves to his body.

> > And he worries about it endlessly. Does it make him a bad person to fantasize about these things? Does he want to hurt people? Is he somehow cruel or dangerous? Is he fetishizing other people’s abuse? The guilt and the shame come creeping every time he thinks about sex (which only makes it appeal more, really. Nobody to see, nobody to know. Unless he’s the victim, of course. Blameless, unable to fight back against a violation he didn’t know was happening). Either way, it’s never enough to turn his mind away from the concept when he touches himself.

> Elias should help Jon explore this I think <3

> Especially the first aspect. Telling Jon it’s ok, he understands. Fond, a little condescending too. Sometimes Jon just needs his father’s cock, his cum, and who is he to deny his darling boy? Jon can do whatever he wants as long as he doesn’t wake him.

> He won’t let Jon refuse but Jon tells himself that he won’t. That it would be wrong even with Elias’ permission. He shouldn’t. But then one night he wakes from a dream, aroused, rutting into Elias’ leg as he sleeps. And he hates himself for it but he’s so turned on and he just keeps going, humping Elias’ thigh until he cums in his briefs. And it felt so good and it’s still not enough. He’s whimpering and climbing into Elias’ lap, shakily pulling his cock out of his underwear, so anxious and afraid and so so wet. So needy. He knows he should at least get a condom but he doesn’t want to stop. Can’t stop himself. He just wants this so bad. Needs Elias inside him as soon as possible. Sinking down slowly onto his cock with a soft little whimper. Rolling his hips forward, trying to stifle his moans and cries. He’s slumped forwards onto Elias, whispering “please please please” as he keeps going. He cums again and it’s still not enough. Not with Elias soft and sleeping under him, cock still hard inside of him, buried to the hilt. He keeps going rocking back and forth until he brings himself to yet another orgasm, barely even noticing as the clenching of his walls causes Elias to finish inside of him.

> When he’s done he slinks back. He needs to clean Elias up, needs to hide the evidence of what he did (Elias said it was ok, said he wanted Jon to do this) (Jon still feels so guilty). But he can’t get up to get tissues, not without the risk of disturbing Elias. That’s why he has to take Elias’ limp cock in his mouth, gently sucking on it while he rubs his clit. That’s why he has to lick it clean as he cums with a soft little gasp. Finally fully sated, Jon crawls back up the bed and curls himself in Elias’ arms, trying to pretend he didn’t just have some of the most satisfying orgasms of his life.

> And it’s going to happen again, and again, and again. Each time Jon tries to pretend is the last time, but it feels so good that he always succumbs to his libido in the end, aching for Elias’ cock. It’ll only get worse when the symptoms start, when he realizes that he’s pregnant. They were being so safe otherwise, but during those dark, quiet hours where Jon uses Elias’ sleeping body he rarely remembers, can’t tear himself away even when he does. He knows how he got pregnant, just like he knows that in a few nights he’s going to stretch himself out and fuck himself on his lover’s cock while he sleeps peacefully beneath him….