As Jon follows Simon upstairs to their Establishment room from the special basement room with drains in the floors where the watersports demonstration took place, his head is spinning and he's in a bit of a daze. There was one part of the demonstration that almost made him need to leave, a boy pissing his pants with a touch of humiliation, but he settled when Simon politely asked for that couple to move to another room to finish up, relaxing again to watch another couple. This time it was a boy close to Jon's build, who cheerfully announced before they started that he loves an audience, and then proceeded to kneel naked for his Sir and beg for his piss. Jon blushed the whole time, but now they're in the room and he's hard as a rock, thinking about the way the dom lovingly held the boy's head and pissed all over his face and chest, and how ecstatic the boy looked receiving it.
When they're in the room, Simon wraps an arm around Jon and kisses his temple. "Well? Want to talk, or do you need some more time to process first?"
"I don't... I'm not sure," Jon says quietly. "I'm sorry I freaked out about the middle bit. I... can't talk about that," he admits.
Simon nods. "That's all right, baby boy. It's okay not to like some of it, or even all of it. We can talk about it when you're ready."
"Okay," Jon agrees. "I... the last bit was better. He really liked it, didn't he?"
"He did," Simon agrees. "I'm pretty sure each of them did, but I know that it wasn't obvious during the second one. That last boy, it was quite obvious, wasn't it?" He speaks matter-of-factly the whole time. "He was quite the little minx." He gestures toward the bed. "Want to relax?"
Jon nods and climbs onto the bed, holding his arms out for Simon. "He kind of reminded me of me. When I'm feeling confident, anyway."
Simon smiles and snuggles against him. "He was rather like you." He kisses Jon's nose playfully. "Except not nearly as sweet and pretty."
A giggle comes out at that, and just the act of laughing relaxes Jon a little. "He looked as happy as I am when you have me suck your cock," he says with a soft smile, hugging Simon close. "How do you think he found out he liked it?"
"Maybe he had a Sir who was into it, who asked him to try it. Maybe he read about it and wanted to try. Who knows?" Simon nuzzles him. "How are you feeling about all this?"
"I'm not sure," Jon says, blushing. "It made me hard," he admits, reaching down and touching his own cock. "The way he touched his boy, he was so sweet to him and protective and I could see how he cared and was dominating him and it was all just really... spiritual, like you said before."
Simon smiles. "Good. I'm glad. I wanted you to see how good it can be." It's funny, that he's the one showing Jon this stuff when Jon's the one who's really more interested in it in the first place, but he wants his boy to have what he wants, and he especially wants his boy to get past as much of that crap Jason inflicted on him as possible.
"Thank you for showing me," Jon smiles, kissing Simon gently on the mouth. "Um, if we do it, can I maybe suggest some rules? Or guidelines, at least?"
"You can suggest whatever you want, baby boy," Simon murmurs. "This is all for you."
"Um, well I wanted to suggest that I be naked. The clothes is... it's too much like... well, you know, that. What happened. And I want to do it in the shower, please, because when that happened, they made me clean it up, and I hated that. They said it was my mess, and it wasn't my mess."
Simon nods. "Absolutely." And I swear to God, I'm going to kill that motherfucker.
"I love you so much," Jon mumbles, nuzzling into Simon's neck and hugging him tight.
"I love you, too." Simon holds Jon close and strokes his hair, then after a moment, he grins. "So. Did that get you all excited? Want to do something about it?"
Jon laughs softly, seeing Simon's grin, and nods sheepishly, brushing his lips over Simon's. "Yes, please."
Simon smiles and cups the back of Jon's head to deepen the kiss. "How would you like it? Your choice tonight."
"Under the sheet please? On my side? So you can snuggle me while you fuck me."
"Lovely idea. I want to kiss you for a while first." Simon pulls Jon to him, kissing him deeply.
Jon tries to reply, but it's muffled by the kiss, and he's not complaining. His body relaxes and yields itself up to Simon, little whimpers spilling into Simon's mouth.
Simon's arms go around Jon, pulling him close. His cock is hard between them, but he's not ready to move on. He wants to savor this as long as possible. One hand cups Jon's ass, the other arm still holding him close.
"Sir," Jon moans, kissing Simon and wriggling a little in Simon's hold.
"Patience," Simon scolds gently, kissing Jon's nose. "We'll get there." He kisses Jon's ear, then his neck. "I love kissing you this way."
"Oh," Jon says softly, melting a little. His body stills immediately, letting Simon do as he wants. "I love that too."
Simon smiles and nuzzles him gently. "My beautiful boy." He slips his hand between them to rub over Jon's nipples.
"Yes, Sir, all yours, oh God, that's good..."
"Mmhmm." He kisses Jon again, still rubbing his nipples. "I'm going to take my time fucking you. Going to fuck you long and slow."
"Oh God," Jon moans again, "Sir."
Simon smiles kisses him again. "Turn over."
Jon doesn't reply, just does as he's told, peeling away from the kiss and rolling onto his stomach, spreading his legs a little.
Simon shakes his head. "On your side, back to me, love."
"Oh, right, sorry," Jon says, rolling part of the way back so that his back is facing Simon.
"Mm. You have the loveliest back, so long and graceful." Simon kisses gently down Jon's spine, then urges him to bend his top leg so that Simon has better access to his ass. That accomplished, he gives Jon a long, slow lick right up the middle.
"Oh," Jon gasps, shivering and clutching the pillow in front of him. Knowing how much Sir loves this makes it ten times better, as it always seems like Simon's putting his own needs aside to address Jon's.
Simon hums softly, holding Jon open so that he can lick right into him. It's a bit awkward on his side, but Jon's response more than makes it worth it.
"Sir," Jon whimpers, rubbing his cheek against the pillow. As Simon does it, he's thinking about the scene they just watched, about the boy in the end and how lovingly the Sir had held his head, and at the same time how clearly dominant he was.
"I love you, baby boy," Simon murmurs, continuing to lick.
"Love you," Jon mumbles, closing his eyes and resisting the urge to put his hand on his cock.
Simon nips Jon's bottom affectionately, then slides up to kiss the back of his neck. "Hand me the lube, baby boy."
"Oh, yes Sir," Jon agrees, reaching for the bottle and passing it back.
Simon takes his time slicking his fingers and getting Jon ready, all the while kissing and nuzzling the nape of his neck, murmuring to him. "My beautiful boy, I'm going to make you feel so good. Going to give you my cock, slow and easy and so deep..."
"Oh God, Sir, please," Jon moans. "That sounds perfect, please, I want it."
Simon rubs his slick palm down his cock. "Here we go." It's a bit of an awkward angle, but just a bit, and the feeling of being pressed so closely against Jon is amazing. "That's it, take it all. How does that feel, baby boy? How does my cock feel inside your sweet little ass?"
"Sir," Jon groans, pulling his top knee up to his chest to let Simon in deeper. "Oh God, please Sir, it feels so good, your boy needs to be taken like this," he babbles, dropping into formal voice as he sometimes does in headspace.
Simon nips gently at the edge of Jon's ear. "My boy is such a good boy," he murmurs, flexing his hips sharply, "that I'm going to give him whatever he wants." He thrusts again, slowly. "Because I know how much my boy likes to feel my cock all the way up inside him."
"Yes!" Jon gasps. "Oh God, yes..." His hands fist in the sheet, keeping him from being naughty and doing what he wants with them.
"Such a good boy," Simon repeats, thrusting slowly. "Look at how good you're being, keeping your hands off yourself. Such a wonderful boy for me. My baby boy."
"Ohh," Jon moans. "It's... hard, Sir, your baby boy wants to touch."
"I know you do, baby, and I'm so pleased that you're being good." Simon bites the back of Jon's neck gently. "And I know that you'll keep being good for me."
"Yes, Sir, of course, this boy will, promise," Jon mumbles, whimpering loudly at the bite.
Simon thrusts deeper, groaning. "I want you to touch yourself, baby."
"Oh," Jon gasps, not expecting that. His hand drops immediately to his cock and his groans as he starts to stroke it.
"Yeah, that's it," Simon groans. Every time Jon strokes himself, his ass twitches around Simon's cock, and it's gorgeous.
"Sir," Jon moans, eyes closed, fully in headspace. "Oh God, Sir."
Simon mouths the edge of Jon's ear. "I'm going to count ten, and I want you to come, baby boy. Can you do that for me?"
Jon nods frantically. "Yes, please, Sir, I can do it," he promises, going back to his images of the evening.
"Good boy. One. Two. Three." Simon thrusts on each count, and when he reaches "nine" he's gritting his teeth to hold on. "Ten."
Jon keeps his mental tape playing as Simon counts, but it's Sir's words that send him over the edge, groaning as he comes.
Simon growls and bites the back of Jon's neck lightly, thrusting deep a few more times before release takes him. "Fuck, baby boy, love you..."
Jon just whimpers, keeping his leg up to let Sir do as he likes and pressing his face against the pillow.
Finished, Simon slumps into the bed, arm around Jon. "I love you so much. Such a good boy."
"Sir," Jon mumbles, trying to turn his head, to push his face against Simon's neck. "Your boy... your boy thanks you."
Simon rubs noses. "I thank you, baby boy. For being mine."
"I am yours," Jon mumbles, slipping out of formal voice and turning more to cling to Simon. "I'm so happy that I'm yours."
Simon holds him close, stroking his hair. "Let's get cleaned up and then go to sleep, hm?"