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Drabble request 4: “Lay back and relax.” JonElias in your preferred style, thank you.

Um. I can’t lie. Somehow this ended up noncon again…

Look I know, realistically, not only would Elias want Jon’s consent but he’d probably want Jon to initiate. To actually CHOOSE a relationship with Elias. However. It would also be very hot if he took advantage of Jon. Sorry! I don’t make the rules… it’s just where the writing gods took me!

That being said, warnings for:

- Extremely dubious consent. Jon is unsure and is also not actually capable of giving consent.
- It’s unclear whether Jon is drugged or just drunk. Probably. I’ve never actually been either of those things I don’t know what it’s like.
- I didn’t edit this one. Sorry. It’s 9:20 where I am and I’m pretty tired. What I wrote is whatcha get.

But yeah, anyway, without further ado…… enjoy the fic!

“You’ve been working so hard, Jon.” Elias’ voice was so warm. So fond. So soothing. His hands effortlessly kept Jon pinned to the bed.

“I- I’m not sure…” Jon trailed off. His thoughts were coming more sluggish than usual. Too much wine, at the party? Too many nights with too little sleep?

Had someone drugged him, he wondered? The fear brushed against the syrupy haze in his mind but did not pierce it.

Elias smiled, teeth gleaming in the dim light. Jon wondered what they would feel like, sunk deep into his throat. “I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?” He asked, slipping down Jon’s body.

There was the clink of a belt buckle, the tug of Jon’s trousers being pulled down. His cheeks went rosy with embarrassment and he tried to cross his legs, hide his folds from Elias’ prying eyes. Someone laughed. It took him a moment too long to realize it had been Elias. Gently, he pushed Jon’s legs apart. Gently, he ran a finger through Jon’s slit. Held it up to the light, glistening with slick. Jon hadn’t known he was so wet.

“See? You need this,” he murmured. He sounded so kind. A tear leaked from one of Jon’s eyes. “Just lay back and relax. I promise you’ll enjoy it.” Elias dipped his head down, fit his mouth around Jon’s aching cock. Jon thrust up, helpless, seeking friction. Could do nothing but let out a low, broken moan.

Jon wasn’t sure how many orgasms Elias wrung out of him, only that, when he was done, he tucked a blanket around Jon’s exhausted body. Kissed him so sweetly on the forehead. Left him to wallow, cold and alone, in the aftermath.

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