2025-02-25 1:43:03 ¶ ●

I’m bored. Have a chunk of unfinished WiP that’s been sitting in the drafts for 5 billion years (like before I started writing smut lmao)…..

From a fic where Jon starts t and Elias is constantly inundated with Horny Jon Thoughts until he HAS to fuck him about it. May or may not be inspired by personal experience (although thankfully nobody else could see into MY brain lmao). This is a scene from the very end, right after Jonelias office sex, and also right before Even More Jonelias office sex <3

Jon sighed with irritation. The hickeys were bad enough, but when he traced his fingers over his throat he could feel the indentations of actual teeth marks. At his desk, Elias managed to somehow look both composed and smug, despite being in complete disarray.

(It was actually rather charming.)

“I’m infuriating? Elias, how am I supposed to hide these? I can’t come back from a… a…”

“Tryst?”

“-meeting with you looking like I got mauled.”

Elias’ eyes roved across his body. The weight of his gaze made it feel as if he was running his hands over Jon’s skin. “It’s a very good look on you.”

Jon blinked at him. “I… thank you?” There was a brief pause while Jon tried to remember what he was saying and Elias let his eyes wander to all the places he had touched with hands and lips and tongue and- “But that’s not the point. Somebody is going to see this!”

Elias hummed again. Jon wondered if he was even listening at all, even though he was directly responsible for Jon’s predicament. He really did have a bad habit of insisting on being completely unhelpful. Sometimes Jon sort of wanted to strangle him.

There was a creak as Elias leaned back in his chair, a slight flush creeping its way down his neck. “I suppose I rather would avoid the inevitable HR write-up if you got caught like this. And I do apologize for getting so carried away.” He did not look the slightest bit remorseful. “If you want, you can stay here until the end of the day. I’ll even drive you home after, if you so desire.”

It would be embarrassing tomorrow to explain why he had been in Elias’ office for almost three hours, but it wasn’t as if it would be especially unusual. Certainly it would be easier than explaining why he had left Elias’ office looking well-fucked and… and used.

Also, it meant they would have plenty of opportunity for… well, whatever they desired. That infuriating pressure was already building up again, as if one round hadn’t been enough to satisfy it. In a fit of boldness Jon crossed the room and crawled directly into Elias’ lap. A hand crept up to cup the faint swell of Jon’s ass while another moved to stroke his chest. Elias looked flatteringly gratified and tremendously smug all at once, and Jon took a moment to be bloody irritated with him before diving in for a heated kiss.