Jonelias late night incest…. sleeping in the same bed every night even when Jon is much too old for it… Jon trying to crush down the urge to masturbate, sometimes. He can’t. Not in his dad’s bed, Elias sleeping soundly right next to him. But soon he starts testosterone. Can’t bring himself to leave the warm covers (not with his father so close, not with his scent lingering on the sheets, the quilt. Jon slipping a hand into his pants, just the once. Trying to muffle his soft little whines. Trying so so hard to think about anyone other than his dad.
Tells himself it’s the last time, the only time, but it happens again the next night, and the night after that, and the one after that…. it isn’t long before Jon breaks. Imagines his father waking up. Seeing what a desperate needy slut he raised. Shushing him. Stripping them both and pressing so deep inside…
And then one night perhaps Elias does wake up. Makes a soft sound of reassurance. Holds his son back to chest, so safe and warm in his arms. Begins to open Jon up slow and methodical. Slips inside. Tender and loving as he breeds his son <3