I am thinking about Elias teasingly running his fingers through Jon’s bush. And Jon squirming and embarrassed and a little wet. “I’ve been meaning to shave it,” he says (stammers, really) and it’s not quite true, he thinks that maybe he’s supposed to want to, and that maybe Elias doesn’t like it, but his father just chuckles and slips those clever fingers down to Jon’s clit.

“That’s a shame,” he says. An observation, nothing more. “I like it,”

And Jon goes all flustered and wiggly, doesn’t know how to respond to that. Still, he opens his legs a little further, presents his glistening cunt to his father’s wandering hand and hungry eyes.