2023-08-25 17:05:37 ¶ ● ⬈

somuchbetterthanthat:

> > Jonelias week, with the slightest bit of spice this time!! TW for: exhibitionism, teacher/student relationship, everything’s consensual tho
> > Day 4 - On camera / AU University
> > With once again delicious art for @kalgalen !!!!

> Jon did not agree to this because he was particularly eager to do it, if he’s honest with himself. He’s already playing with fire just by fooling around with a distinguished professor of Oxford University, and this is a step further towards burning himself. Thoughts of what might happen if the pictures were seen by anyone else, or, worse, perhaps, if someone stumbled on Jon and Elias while they’re doing this, have kept him up all night yesterday.

> But Elias had suggested it — casual and mild, while stroking Jon’s thigh, the last time they’d been in his office, and Elias spent so much time seemingly indulging Jon’s whims that Jon had just — Jon hadn’t thought of saying no. Jon was too curious to see what it would feel like, to be the one to indulge Elias, for once.

> He is not regretting it either, now that they’re here. The fear of being caught, of being exposed, is still lingering at the back of his mind, but his guts are now filled with another sort of thrill all together. He knows, of course, that he loves Elias’ gaze on him, but this is — this is deeper; more intense; ever since Elias brought the camera to his face, Jon has been completely unable to look away from him.

> Something’s still missing though. Yet again Jon is flushed and starting to feel a little breathless, following Elias’ quiet instructions mutedly, but Elias is still — poised; unruffled. This is supposed to be his fantasy. His desire. Jon licks his lips.

> The camera flashes.

> “I kind of thought you were going to go harder on the cliché,” he tries out, at last.

> Elias raises an eyebrow. “I wasn’t particularly aware we were acting on one.”

> Jon scowls at him, and Elias takes another picture. Jon’s heart makes a twisty little jump in his chest, at the thought that Elias seemingly cannot stop himself, that every little gesture, every little expression Jon makes has to be recorded. For him.

> “You asked me to wear a skirt.”

> “They suit you.” Elias says, a hint of amusement in his voice.

> Jon has the distinct impression of being indulged again. He tilts his chin, unimpressed and a little annoyed. He wants to see Elias undone. Tentatively, he leans backward, opening his legs more, and moves his left hand, unprompted. His shirt falls a little bit more open.

> “Thank you, sir,” he says, voice low and sweet. “But I thought you said I was distracting in them. Is it better now?”

> Elias’ lips part; the camera goes off; Jon does not grin.

> “I can take off a few more clothes, professor,” he insists. “If you think that might help.”

> “Yes,” Elias says — and it sounds impulsive and tight, just enough that Jon knows he’s got him. Oh he will break his composure tonight, even if he’s got to make a fool of himself in the process.