Y’know what I think Jon might like somnophilia from both ends.

Just. Getting to enjoy someone else’s body. No fuss, no awkwardness. No having to worry about their pleasure. Just grinding against someone until he finds release. Fucking into them with a strap until he cums. Whining softly as he rides their cock. No worries about embarrassing himself. About reciprocation. About anything more complicated than feeling good, enjoying the ability to touch without restraint.

Of course he likes the reverse, too. Getting to please someone else, letting himself be used. Don’t need to worry about making them feel good, about doing a good job, about being enough. Only knowing he’s been used when he wakes up to the taste of slick or cum in his mouth, on his skin. To cum leaking from one of his holes. His agency stripped from him, lying back helpless and oblivious as somebody else helps themselves to his body.

And he worries about it endlessly. Does it make him a bad person to fantasize about these things? Does he want to hurt people? Is he somehow cruel or dangerous? Is he fetishizing other people’s abuse? The guilt and the shame come creeping every time he thinks about sex (which only makes it appeal more, really. Nobody to see, nobody to know. Unless he’s the victim, of course. Blameless, unable to fight back against a violation he didn’t know was happening). Either way, it’s never enough to turn his mind away from the concept when he touches himself.