2025-04-09 23:13:06 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

sparks-out:

> JE incest au where Jon has trouble with penetration. He’s tried a few times but it’s uncomfortable and painful so he always just gives up. Finally going to the doctor (and Elias comes with of course, so invested in his dear son’s health). The doctor recommending that Jon try dialators. Elias ordering a full set for his son. Jon trying to use them but he keeps forgetting or not bothering (too much of a hassle, too busy….) Elias asking him about his progress later. Jon sooooo flustered and embarrassed and admitting that he hasn’t been using them very much….

> And there’s two paths from here and I simply cannot choose between them…… (Jon shamefully indulging in incestuous sex vs Joncon)

> On the one hand: Elias softly asking Jon if he needs help. Jon nodding all ashamed and quiet. Elias gently guiding him upstairs and onto the bed, pulling off his trousers, opening his legs to reveal glistening folds. Jon ashamed of how wet he’s already gotten when they haven’t even started. Elias getting the box of dilators out and Jon thinks he’s just going to start but instead Elias begins trailing kisses up the insides of his thighs. “It’ll be easier for you if you’re already relaxed and lubricated. Although-” pausing to lick some of the slick from Jon’s cunt, “I don’t think you’ll have any problems there.” Suckling on Jon’s hard little cock, running his tongue around it, then dipping lower to tease at Jon’s entrance. Elias eating his son out like a man starved until Jon is wrapping his thighs around his head and trembling and cumming on his tongue, grinding against his face. Elias leaning back all smug and satisfied. “There we are,” he says as he opens up the box, takes out the very smallest dilator. “Tell me if anything hurts,” and then he begins to insert it into Jon, slow and careful. Gently fucking it in and out of his son, Jon’s hips twitching as he starts to experience faint wisps of pleasure. Elias asking him if he needs to touch himself. Jon nodding and flustered, unable to even try and meet his father’s eyes as he reaches a shaky hand down to his cock, rubbing at himself as Elias continues to fuck the dialator in and out of him until he’s moaning softly and cumming with something inside him for the first time. Elias telling him “that’s it, good boy, you did so well,” as he works his son through his second orgasm of the night. Elias cleaning them both up after, telling Jon that they’ll do this again tomorrow night, if Jon needs it.

> But at the same time the Joncon must be considered: Elias humming with displeasure and returning to his dinner. Jon finishing eating and returning upstairs, embarrassed, wondering if maybe he should give them another try… and then Elias knocks on his door, steps into the room. Locks the door. Commands his son to sit on the bed and retrieves the box of dialators. Jon feeling a spark of anxiety (and…. something else), suspects where this is going but… surely not? Surely Elias wouldn’t do this. It’s not- it’s wrong. He knows it. But then Elias is pushing him onto his back and crawling after him and yanking his trousers off. Jon asking him what he’s doing. “What do you think, Jon?” Asking him why. “You’ve been irresponsible. Somebody needs to take care of you.” Like he’s doing his son a favor. Like Jon is too immature and irresponsible to take care of himself like he should so of course his dad is going to do it for him. Elias fondling his cunt, already humiliatingly wet. “See? Your body knows you need this. Everything will go so much better if you just relax,” rubbing Jon’s cock slow and forceful, Jon helplessly rolling his hips into the sensation even as he pleads for his father to stop, please, please you can’t- don’t- dad please don’t- and then he’s cumming, slick gushing from his clenching hole. Lying there feeling so so guilty and terrible, hating how his body is still aching to be touched. Elias taking a dialator from the box. Slowly pressing it inside. Jon getting used to the sensation until it almost- it almost feels good. Too small and smooth to reach any particularly sensitive spots but Elias knows just how to tilt and aim it. Already knows Jon’s body better than he does and his father hasn’t even used it before and he’s teasing him and Jon’s clit is so hard and Elias isn’t even touching it anymore and he doesn’t want his father to touch it but he NEEDS the friction and pleasure and sensation and he doesn’t even know what he’s begging for or how long they’ve been doing this. Barely aware of anything beyond Elias’ reassurances. That it’s alright. That it’s ok to enjoy this. That he’ll make sure Jon’s well taken care of. That one day Jon will need to be responsible for himself but it’s ok if he isn’t because his father is here for him. Knows what he needs. And Jon is crying and shaking and Elias reaches up to gently tug one of Jon’s hands to his cock. And Jon hates himself but he can’t stop rolling his hips into his hand and rubbing his clit and moaning and gasping and then he’s cumming. He’s cumming again even though he didn’t even want this. Even though his dad forced him to do this…. Elias cleaning them both up and putting the dialators away. Crawling into Jon’s bed with him and holding him so so close. Petting his hair, telling him that one day he’ll be ready for his cock. Gently stroking over Jon’s stomach, musing that maybe he’ll learn to be a little more responsible when he has a little sibling to care for, and Jon being suddenly Very Aware that Elias’ hand is resting over his womb…..