skiesandcandy:
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.”
skiesandcandy:
Confusion is very very hot to me. Jon so deep in subspace he doesn’t know the answer to something simple,, doesn’t remember,,, guy who’s all smart and uptight dumb off his own pleasure,,, Jon going through the motions doing his job,,, drunk off how good it feels whimpering and whining forgetting everything except this feels so good, I’m doing good, I’m doing just what he wants, I’m being such a good boy for him, as he loses himself in the task….hmgh
“Jon,” There was no response other than a bitten off little gasp, Elias shifted one of the nearby cameras to focus more closely on his engineer. What a sight it was, mouth open, dripping, his eyes empty and hazy. Elias could see the fabric of his suit was almost see-through with how wet he was between his legs, hips thrusting against nothing.
Not that Elias was unaffected himself as his worries were moved and connected and twisted, sending ripples through his hull, his core humming in pleasure. It was nothing compared to how overwhelming it was for his little engineer apparently. Which made sense of course, he was very small, and the connections were fairly new, he likely hadn’t felt anything nearing this before Elias had perfected him.
“What two plus two?” Elias teased watching the little furrow form between his engineers brows as he tried to answer. It was adorable, his smart little engineer all gone all dumb just from the feedback loop. Elias hadn’t even needed to do anything, he had done this all to himself.
“Ah…ah…ah,” Instead of an answer Jon only managed little punched out sounds as his body shook, Elias could practically see the gears turning, and getting nowhere.
“It’s okay, you’re still doing such a good job,” Elias could see the spark in Jon’s eyes at the praise, his hips now pressed against the removed panel searching for friction as he worked. Jon’s hands were stead and quick, it was the rest of him that seemed completely overwhelmed.
“Such a smart boy, even out of your mind you know what to do,” Elias wanted to hold his little engineer close, find all the sounds he could make, but also didn’t want to interrupt such an entertaining show, well he had forever no point in interfering now.
“Such a good boy,” Elias let his voice drop down, having it seem like he was whispering in Jon’s ear, despite that being physically impossible, it still had the desired effect upon his little engineer.
“Elias,” Jon went rigid and Elias chuckled as the Jon let out a cute little moan around his name his eyes rolled back, his hood finally stilling as he came. Elias felt his own pleasurable, though less overwhelming shudder go through him as Jon’s hands slid off the wires, his job done, as he slumped onto the ground. From where the camera was could see how wet the panel’s flat edge now was, Jon panting his tongue half-hanging out, drool splattered on his chest. Elias considered if maybe next time he commissioned what Jon would wear if he could make the material even thinner, not let Jon hide anything from him.
“Good boy, you deserve a little break, before you get back to work.”
skiesandcandy:
Today I offer jon putting some of the cameras back in his room in sci fi au and not saying anything. Not all of them but some. Today I am thinking about Jon tired from a long day with the crew and just. Curling up next to the cameras. Not asking for praise but clearly needing it. Today I am thinking about Jon touching himself sadly. Today I am thinking about Jon so lonely and missing what he and elias had so badly. Wanting it back. Wanting it back so bad it hurts. Today I am thinking about Jon crumbling and calling elias something he hasn’t called him since his transformation. Maybe dad maybe something else idk. Maybe sir. Idk yet. Who knows. I’m just thinking about. Sad masturbation. Jon should be curled up in his bed whimpering for the man that ruined his life to make him feel better to make him feel like hes not a monster and he deserves to feel good
Jon was tired. It was so hard to just be angry and upset all the time, to cling onto that bright little flame nested in his chest. It hurt, and there was no one he could go to. The rest of the crew avoided him when they could and Elias, god Jon just wanted things to go back to how they were. Maybe Jon could pretend just for a little bit.
He was surprised how many of the cameras were still intact after he had torn them from the walls after…well after he woke up. It wasn’t hard to reinstall them, not all of them, he still refused to offer Elias his former no blind spot view of himself, not now, not when it still hurt so much. So it only took a few minutes to place a good amount back on the wall, tiny red lights blinking on.
Collapsing in the bed Jon turned on his side facing the cameras, watching as they shifted, adjusting, all pointing toward him. Before that had been so flattering, made him feel warm and safe, now he didn’t know what he felt, other than tired. He wiped at his face, no tears, but sometimes the motion was just instinctive, a tiny bit of humanity to cling to. Apparently having finished their adjustment, the cameras had settled, staring like so many eyes, all focused on him.
“Jon-,” Elias stopped as Jon held up a hand, interrupting the ship. He couldn’t deal with Elias commenting on the cameras, they were back it was fine, no acknowledgement needed.
“I miss you,” Jon whispered softly staring at the cameras, he can practically hear the smug response Elias wants to give, but instead the ship seems to understand, that’s not what he wants right now.
“I miss you too, my little engineer,” Elias’s voice is soft, the undertone of static, gentle and familiar. Jon gives a very small smile sliding a hand down his chest, trying to recapture how it used to be, when he would lie on his bed, the cameras staring as he touched himself however Elias asked him to. He winced as his fingers met metal, a reminder of why this was so hard now, but quickly moved past this sliding between his legs.
“My lovely Jon,” Jon blushed, difficult circumstances aside, this was still always a little embarrassing, even if he knew Elias liked it. For a brief second Jon felt another sensation pressing against his chest, he stopped his fingers immediately his expression sharpening.
“Don’t, just, let me pretend,” The sensation vanished, Elias offering an apologetic hum, and Jon resumed fingering himself. It wasn’t some grand show or anything, just letting himself get lost in the sensation, pretending that this was before, that he was human, that Elias was still someone he could trust. He let his eyes slip close, increasing the pace, until he couldn’t hold back his own small gasps.
“You’re doing so well, just like that my little engineer,” Elias’s voice resumed its soothing tone, encouraging Jon. Jon wished, just for now he could pretend, could pretend this was all it was. With his eyes closed he couldn’t see the wires that snaked through his skin, he was just himself again. Not a monster, not an abomination of metal and flesh, he could be just Jon again.
“P-please, sir please, I’m so close,” Jon pressed his fingers deeper, remembering how Elias used to tell him exactly how to touch himself. He ground his palm into his clit as he chased the feeling. He just wanted to pretend just for tonight, just that it was all better.
“You can do it go ahead, come for me little one,” Jon moaned softly, it wasn’t the bright overwhelming feeling, just a warmth spreading through him, making him go limp as he rode out the feeling. Jon lay there basking in the after glow, his eyes shut tight. For just a few more minutes he could pretend that he was human, and everything was still okay.