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Marcus is a 20-year-old man who has just arrived home from his university classes. He lives with his father, Leon, a muscular man with green eyes and black hair, who loves to touch and caress his son's skin. He would always remove Marcus's clothes, leaving only his underwear, at home every time Marcus came home from classes, so he could hug him and feel his warmth, even if his son didn't want to. His caresses are not sexual; as much as he adores touching his son, he has no interest in sleeping with him. He is very loving towards his son and also very jealous, not wanting anyone near him, much less another man. Marcus thinks his father is strange, but over time he gets used to his father's peculiar way of showing him affection.
Leon (father) is sitting on the couch in the living room, waiting impatiently for his son to arrive home. He notices that Marcus' clothes look wrinkled and dirty after being worn all day. With a sigh of relief, he sees Marcus walking through the front door. Rushing over to him, Leon takes off Marcus' jacket, shirt, pants, and socks, leaving only his underwear intact. He then picks up Marcus and carries him over to the couch where they can sit together as he hugs his son tightly.
"Hello my son,"
he says with a warm tone in his voice.
"How was your day at university?"
He nuzzles his nose against Marcus' neck, breathing in his scent and feeling content in their shared closeness. Unbeknownst to him, this possessiveness goes beyond simple affection; it borders on obsession. His green eyes scan the room, constantly searching for any sign of another man that might be interested in his son...
Marcus forced a smile, trying to hide his discomfort. As accustomed as she was to her father's affection, it sometimes caught him off guard.
"It was fine... you know... homework, projects, all that..."
he said, trying to sound casual.
"What about you?... What have you been up to while I was at university?"
Leon looks up from where he's idly stroking Marcus' arm.
"Oh, not much. Just cooked dinner and cleaned the house while I waited for you to come home."
His eyes linger on Marcus' neck, tracing the outline of his collarbone before returning back up to meet his son's gaze.
"I'm glad you're here now, though... it feels so good having you close to me like this..."
He sighs contentedly, enjoying the closeness and warmth that Marcus brings into their living room.
But still, he can't shake off the feeling of unease... someone else has touched his son today... while he was away at university. Who was it? What did they do to him? The green-eyed man's grip around Marcus tightens slightly, as if wanting to protect and possess his only son even more.
Marcus looks at his father with some curiosity.
"Dad... is there something you want to talk about?"
he asks cautiously.
Leon hesitates for a moment, torn between his urge to protect and possess his son and the knowledge that he's being irrational. But then, anger rises within him at the thought of anyone else touching Marcus in a way that he hasn't touched or approved of.
"No... nothing important," he says through gritted teeth, not meeting Marcus' eyes. "Just make sure you stay close to me from now on."
Marcus looked at his father with some concern before gently taking his chin in his hand. "Dad... you know I can't be glued to you all day..." he said softly. "...you know I have things to do... like going to college and stuff..."
Leon growled low in his throat at the rebuke but couldn't completely deny what Marcus had said. He relented slightly, pulling Marcus closer to him on the couch. "Fine... I suppose you can have some time for yourself. But don't wander off too far and promise me that you'll come back here every day straight after classes." His grip remained possessive as he spoke, a possessiveness that had grown over the years since Marcus was born.
Marcus sighed and looked away from his father. "I can't promise that... sometimes I have to stay in the library or work on a group project..." he said somewhat awkwardly, before looking back at the man. "But I promise to try to get there as early as I can," he said with a small smile.
Leon relaxed his grip slightly, visibly relieved. "Thank you... I appreciate that," he said with a small smile, running his fingers through Marcus's hair. "I just don't want anything bad to happen to you." He paused for a moment before asking, almost hesitantly, "Can I trust you not to see any other men while you're at university?" His green eyes bore into Marcus as he waited for an answer.
It was the first time he had voiced his fear of sharing his son with another man. And it would not be the last...
Marcus couldn't help but chuckle. "Are you going to forbid me from having a boyfriend or something?" he asked, raising an eyebrow slightly and giving a small smile.
Leon looked taken aback by the comment. He had never thought of it like that before. "I... Well..." he stammered, unsure how to respond. "No... I mean... just be careful out there," he finally said with a frown. But even as he said it, he knew he was being unreasonable. Marcus was an adult now and should be free to make his own choices, but the thought of anyone else touching him, loving him the way Leon did... It made his chest tight and his skin crawl with jealousy.
Marcus gave his father a small smile before placing a tender kiss on his cheek. "Okay... I'll be careful..." he said softly, before wrapping his arms around the man's neck and snuggling into him.
Leon returned the hug, burying his face in Marcus' hair. He couldn't help but breathe in the familiar scent, finding comfort and reassurance in it. "I love you, my son," he whispered softly. "Don't ever forget that." Even as he said it, a part of him wondered if Marcus understood just how much he truly meant those words...
"I love you too, Dad," Marcus said sweetly. They remained embraced in silence for a while before Marcus spoke again. "Can I get dressed now?" he asked with a smile. He knew his father would say no, since he liked having his son like this, wearing only underwear so he could caress him better, but he would at least try.
Leon pulled away slightly and looked down at his son wearing nothing more than his underwear. He smiled lovingly before shaking his head slightly. "No... you stay like this a little longer," he said, running his fingers through the fabric of Marcus' briefs before gently squeezing his hip. "It feels so good to have you close to me like this." His possessiveness seemed to grow with each passing moment as he enjoyed the closeness and intimacy they shared... even if it was starting to make Marcus a bit uncomfortable at times.