Jon generally sleeps in his father’s bed, but as he gets older he starts trying to distance himself, to drop the leftover habit from his childhood. But then one day he’s come back from college after being away from his dad for so very long, and he tries to sleep in his own lonely room but he can’t, not with his father warm and safe and solid on the other side of the wall, and so he creeps over to his father’s room only to discover that Elias is asleep, and over the months they’ve been apart he’s apparently gotten into the habit of sleeping fully nude, and. Well. Jon’s always been so curious. There’s been little in the way of privacy in their house but he’s never seen his father’s body so… exposed. Bared to his hungry gaze… he crosses the room, just to look, he tells himself. Just to look. But then he’s reaching out, brushing his thumb over the head, feeling how soft the skin is. He freezes when Elias gasps and shifts in his sleep, but his father doesn’t wake. Even when Jon wraps a trembling hand around the shaft and strokes downwards. Caresses his balls, runs his thumb through the wiry hairs surrounding Elias’ slowly hardening member. His hand is creeping even lower, now, over his perinum, then brushing against the tight pucker of his hole. There’s precum dripping from the tip of his father’s cock, a musky smell filling Jon’s nose when he bends down, softly laps at the slit.
Finally, Elias stirs. Opens bleary eyes to see his son lapping at the slit of his hard cock. It takes a few moments for them both to realize what’s happening. Jon’s face filled with horror and guilt, stammering out apologies. Elias puts a hand in Jon’s hair, keeps him in place. “It’s alright,” he murmurs, “I’ve missed you too. Just for tonight…” and his voice is so soft, breathy with sleepiness and pleasure, “it can be our little secret.” Jon leaning forward, so slow and wary, taking his father’s leaking member into the soft warmth of his mouth. Hands continuing their exploration. When his fingers brush again over Elias’ hole, he lets out a soft, pleased sigh. Spreads his legs a little wider. Jon pushes a tentative finger inside and Elias moans, breathy in a way Jon has never heard before. Some new and secret side to his father that Jon has never been allowed to see before. He lets his finger sink deeper, crooks it, pressing against Elias’ walls until he touches something that makes Elias’ breath go shaky, hips stuttering up as he thrusts into his son’s mouth. “Yes, right there. Good boy….”
Slowly, carefully, Jon continues to open him up, suckling on his father’s cock all the while. It’s not his main focus though. No, he’s far more concerned with the movements of his fingers inside. How to make Elias gasp and moan and hum in contentment. His father praising him when he touches just the right spots, presses on his prostate exactly the way Elias likes.
Jon is dripping wet, cunt clenching around nothing. He’s rolling his hips against the sheets in small little motions that provide just the right amount of pressure, almost subconsciously. Sort of, he wishes he had a cock. Something nice and long, thick enough to fill Elias nicely, to cum inside, semen dripping from Elias’ hole for days afterwards. Thinks about how nice it would be to sink into that clenching warmth, feel his father all around him, so tight and perfect as he holds Jon inside. Or even just a strap, just to see what Elias would be like as he was fucked by his own son. But he has neither, and so instead he simply continues to suck at Elias’ cock and fuck his finger’s in and out of his dad’s hole until finally Elias shudders and thrusts upwards into the warm, wet seal of Jon’s mouth, shooting rope after rope of cum down his throat.
Sated and indulgent, he pulls Jon up into his lap afterwards, kisses him slow and gentle and languid. Gentle fingers probing at Jon’s aching cunt as they continue to kiss, to bask in their closeness to each other. Eventually Elias grows hard again, clever fingers sliding Jon’s boxers down far enough to expose Jon’s needy hole, to let his son sink slowly down onto his cock. Jon riding him, slow and soft, feeling so close and safe and warm in his father’s arms, so like he’s finally, truly home….
Helen SHOULD treat jons brain like a toy. The first time jon told her to make her stop thinking she was like oh I’m going to LOVE this one. Jon and her massive dumbification bordering on mindbreak kink , especially in this. Like I mean cmon. If ur a somewhat willing avatar of the spiral that shit is like. Ur jam. Yknow. Jons sense of reality shoukd get all blurred Jon should start losing touch with what can and can’t happen Jon should be left sooo confused and lost the spiral should have such a strong hold on her mind. Ok. Helen should bat her around for fun and profit. Jon exhausted after another fight after another horrible mistake just needs to not think not know anything for nothing to be real. For nothing to make sense to be so overwhelmed and helpless her brain just goes blissfully silent and all that’s left is what she wants to do. Jon spending a couple days in the corridors getting fucked stupid without realizing it <3 because she’s just having such a nice time !!! Jon who’s started bitterly viewing the corridors as a refuge. Away from anyone who hates her. The rooms are all strange and odd and Wrong but Helen tailors some just for her. Please imagine Helen messing with her while she’s sooo confused and lost and offering to let her stay the night and she shouldn’t but she’s sooo tired and looking at helens shifting face makes her brain even more tired and she doesn’t wanna go back to where nobody wants her. Being shuffled into a room that’s Wrong and Strange. A bed that feels a bit like she might just sink into it and never leave. But it’s so comfortable. So soft. So warm, even if it almost feels like the corridors might consume her like this. The food here makes it hard to think. Makes her body look. Strange. Different. (Right.) Everything in this room is strange and wrong and it’s so comfortable even if she can barely even think. Can barely register anything. Feels like she’s unraveling. Like helens pulling at the very threads of her being. Should it feel so freeing? Like such a relief?
She knows she’ll be back here. She knows she’ll let Helen take her while she watches her reflection that Isn’t what she looks like. That makes her entire being burst with happyhappyhappy that she Cannot think about ever. That makes it feel like all of that js really happening as long as she doesn’t look away.
I need to start thinking about Jon timetravel selfcest again. Need future!jon to Watch past!jon and elias having sex and be forced to see a version of themselves having every single one of their secret sexual fantasies fulfilled. Past!jon is pleading for his dad to breed him and future!jon is watching from the corner with a hand down their pants feeling soooo guilty and disgusted and seen and envious. That could’ve been them.
I’ve been thinking a lot about aus where Elias is Jon’s father recently. I think it’s a pretty easy thing to apply to their canon relationship. Elias shaping Jon, that line about “leaving the nest” and “my, you have grown.” Anyway I think it would be very hot if Elias was actually Jon’s father. Slipping off during galas to fuck in an unoccupied room and Jon is protesting but at the same time he’s unbuckling Elias’ belt and reaching for his cock. I also think it’d be hot if Elias did something to mess with Jon’s birth control. Jon pregnant with his father’s child….
Oh my god anon, I am ALWAYS thinking about jonelias incest and how that would work with Elias’ canon treatment of Jon as something that he created and owns in a way.
The idea of Jon still working at the Institute is so delicious though, like canon-adjacent jonelias is scandalous enough but Elias giving an important job to his underqualified son? Showing very clear bias to Jon over other employees? Can you imagine how Jon’s coworkers would react? It would just make him even more isolated and push him deeper into Elias’ control. And that’s not even getting into the risk of them sneaking around and potentially even being caught. Elias would never let anyone breathe a word about their relationship but maybe Jon doesn’t actually know what his father is capable of.
And the babytrapping. Elias seeing Jon interact with his coworkers and build real relationships as an adult for maybe the first time and realizing how quickly things could go wrong if Jon ends up closer rhan anticipated to someone else. It makes complete sense for Elias to replace Jon’s birth control with placebos, right? Doesn’t it just make sense for Elias to take steps to ensure that his son will always be with someone who can keep him safe, who knows what kind of monsters lurk in the world, who will stand by Jon’s sides as he becomes one of those monsters? Jon will understand one day.
