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Not a fic but it IS a long post with a few warnings, so I’m putting it under the cut.

Warnings:

Look I love the power gap between Jonelias we already have but I think maybe Jon should be a fresh-faced, college-aged summer intern. Just there to work at the institute in between semesters. Soooo flattered by his handsome, charming older boss who’s stern but so intelligent and knowledgeable. Who’s taken a special interest in Jon and sees his potential. And Jon feeling Seen and Appreciated and Wanted.

And maybe he isn’t totally sure about it, when Elias slips a hand too low down his back. When his touch lingers a few moments too long. When he stands too close. But it’s fine. It means nothing. And isn’t Elias being so generous with his time?

And perhaps one night Jon lingers too long and Elias catches him. So endlessly fond. Offers to drive him home. And it’s late, and Jon is tired, and Elias’ voice is so warm and fond. He drops Jon off at the cheap little rental he’s staying at. Neither of them move for a few long, long moments. And Jon isn’t sure, really, if it’s what Elias wants (is even less sure it’s what he wants, really) but… there’s something expectant about the silence, and so Jon asks if Elias would like to come up.

Elias smiles at him, “if that’s what you’d like,” he says. Jon thinks it sounds a little amused. Like he’s telling a joke Jon isn’t in on.

He’s not sure if he would like it, but Elias looks so pleased with him. He wants Elias to be pleased with him. He wants Elias to remember him when he graduates, when he applies to work full-time at the institute. He wants Elias to tell him again how impressed he is with Jon’s work, how much he likes Jon (it’s a heady feeling; Jon is unused to being liked). He can’t say anything, face burning. Stomach twisting with what is maybe arousal and maybe fear and maybe nausea and maybe excitement. So he nods, and leads Elias to his cramped, tiny lodgings.

It’s a fairly tame encounter, at first. Jon is awkward, but Elias seems to know just what to say, just how to touch him. They’re on the bed, Jon almost wholly naked, Elias still clothed, when Elias grips both Jon’s wrists in one hand and pins them above his head, using the other to press him into the mattress, Jon wriggling in his grasp, and then he… freezes. He stares up at Elias with wide eyes, slick gushing from his hole, clit erect and aching for touch. Something about how helpless he is like this, how he could barely move, and certainly not enough to fight Elias off… well, he’s never been so turned on in his life.

Elias leans in closer. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Jon writhes, thrusts up into empty air, seeking friction. “Don’t worry, darling, I’ll give you what you need.” He flips Jon onto his hands and knees, holds him by the back of the neck as he yanks down Jon’s briefs and presses a finger into tight, wet heat.

“You’re just desperate for it, aren’t you? Look at you, utterly soaked.” He lifts a finger to the dim light, glistening with slick, then brings it to Jon’s mouth. “Suck.”

Jon leans forward eagerly, but Elias’ hand prevents him from doing more than lick at the tip. Jon whimpers, desperately straining to take the digit into his mouth. Elias takes pity, slips it past his lips, lets out a gratified hum when Jon begins to suckle on it, swirling his tongue around it. He really is so very greedy for Elias’ praise. And who is Elias to deny him? He takes his finger from Jon’s mouth, squeezing his neck warningly when he tries to chase after it (and oh Elias does not miss what that threat does to Jon, cunt clenching down on nothing, cock twitching and throbbing in his folds). He works Jon open slowly, bringing him right to the edge and then denying him, has Jon sobbing and pleasing for more, crying out in desperation. But Jon doesn’t get to cum, not yet, maybe not at all. No, that’s for Elias to decide.

When he’s ready, he rubs his cock gently against Jon’s folds, presses hard on Jon’s neck. Takes out his phone and starts recording. “Tell me what you want.” He says. “Beg for it.”

Jon breaks into desperate pleas. For Elias to use him, hurt him, fuck him. But then he says “please- dad, breed me- please.” Elias shudders, hits stop and drops the phone. Pushes deep into Jon with one vicious thrust. Fucks him hard and fast and brutal. Calls him his perfect boy, his slut. Tells him how badly he wants to breed Jon. That he’s wanted Jon bent over his desk since the day they met. Wanted to spank Jon until he sobbed and cried. Wanted to take him in front of his coworkers, show them all what a needy little whore he really is. How good he is for Elias. How well he takes Elias’ prick. What a perfect cocksleeve he is. And Jon is panting, sweating, whining, crying out while Elias pounds into him. The mix of praise and degradation, how easily one bleeds into the other, Elias himself pinning Jon down, thrusting deep inside him, it’s all too much and Jon finally cums untouched, squirting on the bed sheets. Elias praises him for that too. For being so good, cumming on Elias’ cock like a good boy. For squirting, for being so desperate.

Jon’s moans and gasps, his cunt clenching and milking his cock, still caught in the aftershocks of his orgasm, is more than enough to send Elias over the edge too, cumming deep inside his womb.

He stays there for a moment, coming down from the high of a truly excellent fuck, finally pulling out with a sigh. Goes to Jon’s tiny, cramped bathroom to clean himself up and get a towel for Jon. When he returns, Jon is shaking, silently crying. Oh god, he’s thinking. I fucked my boss. I fucked my boss. I called him ‘dad.’ Elias stands in the threshold, drinking in Jon’s terror, the horrified realization that not only did he have sex with the man potentially in charge of his future, but that said man said all those… those things to him. And he liked it. Begged for things he thinks he might regret now.

Once he’s had his fill, Elias crosses the room back to Jon, tenderly cleans him up, comforts and holds him. He burrows into Elias’ arms, trying and failing to rein in his sobs as Elias gently rocks him. Eventually, he falls asleep on Elias’ chest. In the morning, Elias will drive him to work, and kiss him very briefly, and neither of them will discuss the night before.

And later, at around ten, Jon will get an email from Elias with the subject line “memento,” and the video he took of Jon, cunt dripping all over Elias’ cock, ass in the air, begging for his dad to fuck him. He will watch it, mortified, humiliated, ashamed, morbidly curious, and desperately aroused. Maybe he will even slip off to the bathroom, watching the video on his phone as he masturbates furiously. No matter what, he will always be deeply, terrifyingly aware that Elias has video evidence of Jon bare and vulnerable, all the kinks he didn’t even know he had on full display. It’s as terrifying as it is arousing.