I am once again thinking about jons massive rape kink. Jon frustratedly trying to shove a vibrator against his clit still not able to cum still having trouble getting off and wishing someone else was there, roughly fingering him, biting down everywhere that was sensitive and maybe - his mind drifts to Elias, maybe scolding him, on how insatiable he is, so fondly, taking his time in a way Jon doesn’t have the patience for. Finding all the spots that’d feel the best, careful and practiced instead of just restlessly trying to get it over with as fast as possible and not getting anywhere. More controlled. He shouldn’t be thinking of him like that, God, why him of all people? (It isn’t like there’s many other people who he’d want it from, at this point.) But maybe Elias wouldn’t ask. Maybe he’d somehow know how pent up he is and just sigh all disappointed and pin him down when he tries to squirm away. Rolling his eyes at his protests, telling him he knows he needs this, so would he stop fussing already? He wouldn’t have to do anything, wouldn’t have to feel ashamed of his own wants or have to look at his own body or do anything, just shake and cry and finally cum and cum and cum. No Jon doesn’t have body issues what are you talking about?
Maybe he imagines Elias guiding him on what to do to make it feel good, holding him down when he tries to get away. “See? Doesn’t that feel better?” He asks, like he’s not violating him, like he’s talking to someone being completely unreasonable. Maybe he wouldn’t let him up until he *couldn’t* cum anymore. Until he was exhausted and whiny and he’d gone from pleading to just sitting there helplessly. Maybe then Elias would cum inside of him, plug him up, kiss his trembling thighs until he stopped caring about how stupid he looked….jons really normal.