Today I’m thinking about Elias making a passing comment, or what was meant to be one, during sex about being old enough to be Jon’s father, and Jon just. Freezes. Clenches so hard around him. Looks up at him with wide eyes, and Elias realizes he’s struck gold.
“Oh? Does that do it for you?”
“Elias-”
“I think we both know that’s not what you want to call me, Jon.”
Jon inhales shakily. He’s so wet, Elias will be surprised if he doesn’t cum within the next few minutes.
“I could be that for you, if you want. I could take care of you. Teach you the ropes. Show you everything you’ve been missing out on. Everything you’ve ever wanted to know.” He runs a hand down his chest. “You just have to say the word.”
Jon makes a noise that sounds like he’s being very pleasantly tortured. In all honestly, this is in character for him. He’s almost surprised he didn’t suspect it.
“Well? Don’t keep your father waiting, J-”
Jon cums all over him. They spend the next hour Elias testing just how far he can work him up with this, and Jon trying not to explode.