Thinking about Elias fondling Jon’s tits while he sleeps. Thinking about pregnant Jon, maybe from a one-night stand with Elias, maybe someone else, breasts swelling with milk.

Jon staying late one might at the archives, sleeping on the little cot in document storage… Elias creeping down in the dead of night. Jon is so tired, so deeply asleep, he doesn’t notice Elias slipping his jacket off, unbuttoning his shirt, hiking up his binder, squeezing his chest until little droplets of milk trickle out. Licking it off his skin. Gently leaning down and beginning to suckle from one of Jon’s nipples, then the other. And Jon is so sensitive, even in his sleep. Squirming beneath Elias’ touch, so very wet in his briefs. Elias is being generous, when he slips them down. Pushes his fingers inside Jon’s pretty little hole and thrusts them in and out till he cums just for Elias. He’ll carefully put Jon back together of course. Pull down his binder, rebutton his shirt… maybe leave the jacket off. Maybe Jon would assume he removed it, maybe he’d wonder if someone else had caught him sleeping down here… probably he’d be too horrified by the idea that his little nightmare, watching a woman lost in a graveyard and so very terrified, got him so very wet. Either way, Elias is certainly looking forward to his next visit. <3