For Drabble request “Are you asleep?” for whatever form of JonElias you prefer. Please?
Oooooh, 45… that’s my favorite number, actually!!
So. I actually had two ideas for this fic, so keep an eye on the notes for when I get the second one written and posted <3. They both involve somnophilia, I hope you don’t mind. This one wound up a tripple drabble because I love words <3
Warnings:
- Noncon somnophilia. Jon is asleep the entire time Elias fucks him. (Is it ooc for Elias to do that? Yes. But is it hot? Even more yes, so I don’t care <3)
- Implication that Elias has previously creeped on Jon (specifically that he has watched Jon masturbate) (I mean come on do you really think he wouldn’t?)
Also this fic was written by someone running on not enough sleep and fresh off a surgery. (I am in. Pain.) I can’t make any promises re: quality lol. Anyway that should be all. Enjoy!!
“Are you asleep?” Elias murmured, shaking Jon’s shoulder ever-so-slightly. Jon didn’t stir.
Elias smiled, satisfied, and slid Jon’s boxers down just far enough to expose his pretty cunt, still dripping with Elias’ cum.
He’d rather his Archivist be awake for this, really, but he didn’t have much choice. The Unknowing was barely a week away and Jon’s most fertile window was now.
Although, he thought as he pushed deep inside, there was an appeal to the way Jon’s body was soft and loose and pliant. His thrusts were slow, languid. Each pleasurable drag of his cock against Jon’s walls honey-sweet.
Jon let out breathy little moans, cunt clenching around the intrusion of Elias’ prick like he just couldn’t bear to let it go, like he needed it. He deserved a reward for being so good to Elias, for taking him so well. Elias reached down to the place they were joined together, feeling along Jon’s folds for his erect little cock. He played with it, stroking and rubbing it just like Jon himself did, in those private moments of pleasure and release.
Elias allowed his mind to sink into Jon’s, to share in his ecstasy, the haze of fear and bliss. Soon, Jon was cumming for him with a sweet, desperate whine, his cunt milking Elias’ prick. Elias followed soon after with a quiet groan, cum pumping into Jon’s ready, waiting womb.
He wasn’t sure if it had taken, wouldn’t be until Jon ovulated (and that wouldn’t be for several hours yet), but he had a good feeling about this. As he cleaned them both up he thought of the future, of Jon round and heavy with his child, of a new world and an eternity together, far above a dying, fearful world. Oh, he could hardly wait for it.
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