2024-12-30 14:30:20 ¶ ● ⬈

sparks-out:

> Love Elias watching Jon masturbate… at first Jon doesn’t know who it is, thinks it’s their fear of being seen naked and sweating and vulnerable in such a private moment, but then later… well later they know exactly who it is, but every time the need for release becomes too strong to resist. They try to keep it simple, perfunctory, but often they’ve waited so long that they need several orgasms to cool their libido and so they keep going, maybe for hours (and they just can’t admit what the idea of someone else Seeing them like this, buckling to their own libido, does to them. How the thought that Elias is always watching, has always been watching, just makes them wetter).

> (And of course they can’t help but wonder: does Elias touch himself, while he watches? What does he look like, hand fisted around his cock? Does he fantasize about touching Jon? Does he enjoy Jon’s fantasies or Jon themselves more?)

I think Elias should also get to bring it up to them. I think he should call Jon after a particularly long and particularly enjoyable session where Elias made sure to make his presence known. Jon is lying there, naked and exhausted and still trembling a little with the aftershocks, not quite ready to stand. Maybe Elias claims he just wanted to check in about the archives, but Jon (in a fit of boldness) snidely asks if he “enjoyed the show.”

“Oh, very much.” Elias compliments them on how beautiful they looked, three fingers deep in their cunt and desperately trying to grind their cock against the heel of their palm. And between the hunger in Elias’ voice and the words he’s saying and the reminder of how Jon was Seen in such a state, arousal starts to pool low in Jon’s belly. It’s mortifying but that only makes them wetter.

“Insatiable.” Elias says. “Do you really need to cum again? Already?” And he sounds ever so-slightly judgemental and that’s only making Jon more desperate too.

And they really, really shouldn’t, but they’re still hazy from the last few orgasms, and Elias has already seen so much, and they’re so incredibly turned on that they start to touch themselves again. Not even really thinking just gently rubbing at their erect clit. Elias’ voice turns mocking, then indulgent. He wonders aloud if Jon knows what it was like for Elias, watching them desperately chasing completion on their fingers, teases them until Jon, so curious and eager to know, Asks him.

They hear Elias let out a shuddering breath, Know without looking that Elias is palming his cock, already half-hard. Jon slips their fingers inside when Elias begins to speak, fucking them in and out of their hole as Elias describes how much he enjoyed the sight of Jon pleasuring themselves, his own fantasies, how badly he wanted to slip inside Jon after every session, when they were wet and loose and plaint and helpless, just waiting to be filled by his cock.

The pleasure the statement brings them both, how Elias can simply choose to submit himself to the compulsion without fighting, the shared connection it brings the two of them, and the sense of Seeing and being Seen in turn tips them both over the edge, I think.

They’re going to regret this tomorrow, Jon knows. But in that moment, feeling sated and warm and utterly spent, Jon can’t find it in themselves to feel anything but contentment.