Sci fi au je…jon fixing him is probably even more sexually charged after his transformation. Need Jon whimpering and whining as he runs his hands along the sensitive wiring. Squirming and panting,,, realizing how good he’s been making elias feel,,,I am thinking. Normally. Normal thoughts
“Are you feeling alright Jon? You seem a bit distracted.” Jon scowled his whole body trembling. He felt like someone was holding a live wire to him, only in a good sort of way. Every time he grabbed a wire, or shifted a panel, he could feel that feedback loop. Jon wondered for a second how Elias always managed to mostly maintain his composure of this was how it felt when Jon was working.
Stupid ship, Jon was losing his mind and Elias had the audacity to feign ignorance.
Jon couldn’t hold back a little gasp as he twisted a few wires together repairing them, feeling sensations ripple through Elias and back into him. A feedback loop that made him feel hazy, his mouth was hanging open. So out of it he couldn’t keep a bit of drool from dripping out of his mouth, not to mention how soaked he was between his legs. He was briefly thankful that no one else was in the area, because he was sure he looked like a proper slut. Still he had a job to do, he just had to fix a few more things, just ignore how each movement caused him to shudder clenching around nothing,
“Do you need assistance to do your job now?” The words were an obvious tease and Jon retaliated as he would before yanking on a wire he knew would be particularly stimulating. He had done it a hundred times before when he had still been human, and it usually worked to at least shut the ship up for a minute.
It worked, Jon could practically hear the strain in Elias&: voice as the ship shuddered around him, no doubt terrifying some poor soul in another part of the ship, as the entire thing shook. In a slight miscalculation though Jon had forgotten for a second that he hadn’t tried that little trick since he had been human, maybe Jon should have considered that.
Now instead of only affecting Elias Jon felt his whole body go rigid, mouth hanging open as he came with an absolutely whorish moan. Collapsing beside the open panel, he felt like everything inside him was on fire, aftershocks playing through him, each eliciting a little gasping sound. It was far more than he was used to feeling, and it took him far too long to get his shaking body under control, long enough for Elias to recover anyway.
“Oh Jon always so impulsive,” Jon growled his whole body feeling like jelly, unable to do more than roll onto his side to glare at the camera. He tried to think of some witty retort, but the remaining parts of his brain that were still working were not very conducive to any thought outside how wrecked he felt. So instead he just glared, and tried to put as much frustration as he could into his words.
“Shut up.”