Jon getting drugged. Jon sooo wet and pliant and barely even aware of anything. All he knows is everything feels so good and Elias is a reassuring weight on top of him. He’s there so he doesn’t need to move or get away or do anything. His dad’s here. He’ll take care of it. Just sooo fuzzy and not thinking at all. Elias is calling him the perfect son and that felt good, that feels so good, how does he make him call him that again, and he’s saying he’s so tight and warm,, he’s barely processing any of it but riding the high of knowing he’s making his dad proud. Happily slumped against his chest. He doesn’t know anything anymore. His heads so fuzzy and empty and all he knows is he needs to cum and be filled and be held. Elias is so warm and he can’t move, he doesn’t have to, he’s small and loved and comfy and everything is so much he wants to cry. Just. Jon <3