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“Perfect, Jon. You’ve done so, so well.”
“Elias—“ Jon tries to scramble backwards out of Elias’ hold, but Elias’ hand on Jon’s shoulder stops him, gently guiding Jon back down onto Elias’ cock.
“Shh.” Elias curls in close to Jon, runs a hand through his hair. “We deserve this. You deserve this.” Elias wipes away a tear that’s running down Jon’s face, kissing his cheek afterwards. “We’ve created something beautiful together.”
“It isn’t,” Jon says, trying not to look at the chaos outside, but he can’t, he can’t close his eyes, he sees everything. “It’s horrific. I hate it.” Elias sighs.
“No, Jon. You can’t lie to me.” Elias doesn’t sound like he’s gloating or chastising Jon, just stating a fact. “You don’t hate it.” The worst part is that Elias is right. Jon doesn’t hate it. Elias is moving slowly inside Jon, sending little sparks of pleasure through him, and Jon doesn’t hate those either. The hellscape surrounding him, Elias inside him, it all feels right. It all feels good. Elias kisses Jon as his hand finds Jon’s cock, and Jon moans into Elias’ mouth as Elias strokes him, his thrusts increasing in intensity. It feels so good and it shouldn’t because Jon has failed—
“No. You’ve succeeded.” Elias presses his forehead against Jon’s, and suddenly Jon is flooded with Elias’ emotions, pride and admiration and joy and pleasure and so much love, love for Jon, and Jon comes with a helpless cry. Elias follows very soon after. He doesn’t pull out afterwards, just lies there on top of Jon, breathing slow and calm. As Jon lies still, softly weeping from every one of his unblinking eyes, he Knows it is the truth when Elias again whispers to him that he is perfect.