2025-01-02 1:08:26 ¶ ●

Look jonelias are soooo ripe for teacher/student fucked up nonsense it’s genuinely wild. Like. Jon gives me BIG teacher’s pet energy. I think he would hugely admire and respect his clever, charming, intelligent professor. I think he would have a huge humiliating crush that’s harmless. That won’t go anywhere. That means nothing. Even when Elias smiles at him so fondly and always indulges his questions whenever he stops by. I want Elias to become a mentor figure to him. Calming. Steadying. Someone he can turn to and rely on. I want him to invite Jon to his home for a research project. I want Jon them to be distracted, talking for hours in Elias’ living room, gradually shifting closer and closer together on the loveseat. I want Jon impulsively leaning in and kissing him.

Of course Elias kisses him back. Of course Elias pushes him down against the cushions, one hand fisted in his hair. And Jon may not experience attraction, but something about Elias pinning him, being restrained beneath his weight, the slight pain of having his hair pulled, how quickly their kiss becomes deep and heated… it doesn’t take very long at all before arousal is pooling low in their belly.

Elias takes him right there on the couch, I think. Fucks him rough and passionate and long. Drags two orgasms out of Jon, leaves him a sweaty, panting wreck. He bites down into Jon’s neck when he gets close, hard enough to draw blood as he fucks deep into him. Cums inside, pumping Jon’s cunt (his womb) full. Licks the blood trickling from Jon’s neck.

It’s so late, and Jon is tired and spent and looking utterly debauched, and so Elias invites him to spend the night. And so he follows Elias up to his room, and between the high of the sex and the fact that Elias, professor Bouchard, the man he’s spent so many months admiring and hoping to please, kissed him (slept with him)… it’s just so easy to follow Elias’ lead.

In the morning he wakes up in a too-large shirt and an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room. It takes him a moment to remember what he did last night… and who he did it with. He’s mortified, of course, maybe plans to go downstairs and apologize to Elias for throwing himself at him, beg for this… one night mistake not to impact their academic relationship.

He makes his way to the kitchen where Elias is making them breakfast, wearing an apron and maybe boxers or briefs. Casts a hungry eye over Jon (seeing him, nervous and unsure, in Elias’ house and Elias’ clothes… Elias isn’t letting him leave until he’s been good and bred again). Jon knows it’s a terrible idea, that he shouldn’t do it, but when Elias steps in close and kisses him again he can’t resist.

just a few nights in professor Bouchard’s bed. How much could it hurt?